Okay the prompt ChildProjectile gave me was so adorable I feel horrible that my creative slump and major unmotivation made me not see it for five days like I man so excited to write this prompt!

/also Physical Touch happens to be my Love Language so ye\

STORYTIME!

There are five different love languages. Logan was aware of all of them and well informed on the subject via Roman and Patton, and yet he never once applied any of them to himself. Logan was Logic, meaning he was cold and analytical. He doesn't experience icky emotions like other sides.  Yet he has a dilemma: he finds himself craving physical contact. He has never done this before, yet he finds himself growing content and more... satisfied after he brushes hands with someone or even gets tapped on the shoulder. It's... concerning.

Logan was stuck in his room, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Was he defective? Was there something ohysically effecting Thomas's cerebral cortex or was there  Psycological issue that had been hindering Logan? While Logan was sitting at his desk in his room, trying to write down all his symptoms and trying to diagnose what was wrong with him there was a knock on the door.

"The door is unlocked."

Logan didn't look up from his notes at all. He focused on figuring out this mess that was scribbled on the notebook paper. Virgil opened the door and let himself into Logan's room, the sentence mumbled seconds prior being his consent to enter. Virgil sighed and crossed his arms when's he saw a stressed out Logan practically pulling out his hair over something or whatever. He leaned against the closed door, apparently already knowing exactly what was wrong with him. 

"What's going on in the fantastic, intellectual, Oxford mind of Logan Sanders."

"Ah, Virgil. Pardon me, I have made you concerned haven't I? I apologize."

"Logan, you know just as well as I do that avoiding the topic of concern is unhealthy. 'Toxic to the mindset and toxic to the mental health of an individual' were your exact words if I'm not wrong. What's up?"

Virgil moved papers and everything out of the way and sat down on Logan's desk, taking up the space so that Logan wouldn't be able to paying attention to whatever he was doing. Virgil was always the expert at knowing when something was wrong, even knowing the signs before Logan of course he would catch on to his little hand-brushing-in-the-hallway habit. Logan cast his eyes to the floor, finding the shame in his symptoms to overpower the social need to look Virgil in the eye as he spoke.

Virgil rolled his eyes, knowing that Logan wasn't going to admit that something was wrong with him. The logical side always took pride in being accurate, correct, and flawless. Like White Diamond but less of a Nazi. Virgil took his spiral notebook and opened it, skimming over the stressed-out chicken scratch of notes that Logan made. You know Logan is upset whenever his handwriting is anything less than perfect. Virgil closed it after he understood exactly what was wrong. Logan refused to look at him. Poor guy must be so confused, so terrified that he is flawed, but this ain't a flaw.

"Logan, why don't you try some experiments? That's how you roll, right?"

"Experiments? Why would I want to possibly further something that makes me less than a source of information?"

"Okay, don't make me use a Falsehood against you. Don't try to make yourself less than a complicated faster to Thomas. We are all more complicated than our roles, because we all are human. Well, parts of a human. And anything human ain't flawless. And this physical Touch thing is bothering you, right? It might be a lack of affection or touch starvation. Patton and Roman both are very physically affectionate like Thomas, and I know both Remus and I are, there's a chance you could be too."

"But I don't feel emotions in even the most remote of forms. But... I'm so confused. I don't have the answers and-"

"Hey, chill out and relax. It's all good. It's alright that you don't have all the answers. But for now, let's try something and see if it makes you more comfortable and understand what it is.  I think I know what it is, but I don't know if that's my place to tell you. Take my hand."

Logan did as he was told, needing guidance. Logan took Virgil's hand in his own. It was surprisingly cold. Wait, it's that not surprising. Virgil always wears hoodies and jeans and still complains that it's too cold. But Logan got the same... sensation he experienced when he would brush hands with someone. Logan entwined his fingers with Virgil's, trying to see if the changing of contact would change the sensation experienced. How curious, it did. It made his hand feel more warm and it made him more content. What was this? And why did he crave it so often?

Suddenly Logan understood. There are five different love languages, and Logan knew all of them. Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, Giving/Recieving Gifts, Physical Touch.

Thomas recoeved the most validation in his relationships, romantic platonic or familial, when he receives physical affection. This Love Language could be reflected into the assets of his personality because that is part of his personality as a whole. The lack of physical contact throughout the duration of Logan's existence could have made him crave that physical affection Thomas craves, for he is part of Thomas. Yes, that does make sense. It all was starting to make sense thanks to Virgil. Logan finally brought it to himself to meet his eyes when the shame dissipated. Virgil smiled when he did so.

"I understand."

"Good."

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I cannot do any prompt justice apparently. I literally am so blah. Like I have no motivation and I just wanna play Pokémon and watch TTT and then maybe die for a few hours. I like, I'm not in a good place Rn. I'm sorry.

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~Rem