Anxiety didn't know why he was here, or why he agreed to this. All he knew was he'd said sure to helping Logan with an experiment of some kind, but had no clue what that experiment was. "So, why am I here?"

Logan ignored the question, muttering to himself as he compared his calculator to his notebook. Anxiety was slightly concerned by the amount of test tubes, flasks, beakers, and the type of chemistry equipment you'd see in a movie. As Logan continued to pace around, he snapped his fingers at Anxiety and pointed to a chair for him to sit in. Anxiety rolled his eyes, sitting in the chair with his arms behind his head as he waited for Logan to tell him what was going on.

"Yes, I believe this should do it," Logan said, stopping and picking up what looked like a sample of some kind of potion.

"So, mind telling me why I'm here now?" Anxiety huffed, bored and impatience as ever. Logan turned to him.

"You're here to test something for me," he said simply.

Anxiety eyed the potion suspiciously. "Care to tell me what it is that I'm testing?"

"I'm having difficulty grasping a specific emotion of mine, and I believe this potion will better help me express it if my calculations are correct. You're here so I can observe its effects on you to see if the solution does its purpose," Logan explained.

"What's its purpose?" Anxiety asked.

"Magnifying affection towards another person."

"Wait, what?"

Before Anxiety could say anything else, Logan dumped the sample on him. He stilled and his body went limp in the chair.

Solution causes brief unconsciousness while working before its effects become active, Logan thought, writing it down in his notebook.

Anxiety's eyes blinked open slowly before a smile spread across his lips. Logan was taken aback by the dreamy, lovesick look on the normally dark and pessimistic Side. He was looking off into nowhere, supposedly day dreaming.

"Uh, Anxiety?"

He jumped a little, snapping out of his day dream, but keeping the lovesick look. "Oh, hey Logan," he said dismissively.

Logan was amused and horrified by this Anxiety at the same time. Solution may cause a drastic change in behavior, results may differ on subject, he wrote, keeping in mind that it was only a drastic change because of how... dismal Anxiety's personality was. If the solution was used on Patton, per say, it might not affect his behavior that much.

"How are you feeling Anxiety?" Logan asked curiously.

He hummed, smiling. "I'm good."

"What are you thinking about?" Logan inquired, notepad ready to take notes.

The darkest of the Sides sighed dreamily. "Princey," he said, smiling as he said his name. To this, Logan almost dropped his pen out of shock. He had suspected his affections toward the prince-like character, hence why he had chosen Anxiety for this experiment, but it was definitely strange to hear him admit it.

"God, isn't he amazing?" Anxiety gushed. "He has this perfect smile, and that laugh! And when sings, *sigh* it's like freaking angels blessed his voice."

Logan was holding back laughter. As stoic as he normally was, this was hilarious. He almost seemed drunk. Drunk on love, he mused in his head. Oh my god, I'm turning into Patton.

"What are you symptoms of these emotions?" he asked, eager to get to the bottom of his own confusing emotions toward a certain pun-loving character.

"Well it's like butterflies are dancing in your stomach, and you kinda feel lightheaded, but in a good way," Anxiety started to explain as he looked thoughtfully off somewhere else. "When I'm around him, my heart speeds up and jumps when we make eye contact, or any kind of contact really. Whenever he teases me, my cheeks feel like they're on fire."

Logan had been writing all this down on a separate section of his notes he had left open specifically for the symptoms of being in love. As he reread them, his pulse accelerated. They were almost identical to his own. This settled it, he was almost certainly in love with Patton. He needed some time alone to ponder how he would handle this situation.

"Okay, thank you Anxiety, you can leave, but please let me know when the solution wears off," he told him as he sent him on his way.

Anxiety pouted, not knowing what to do. His eyes lit up as he got an idea. The darkest of the Sides made his way to the kitchen where he bumped into Prince Roman. "Oh, hey Princey," he said with a slightly flirty tone to his voice. The greeting caught the prince off guard.

"Oh, uh, greetings Anxiety," he replied, slightly flustered by the way his opposite was looking at him. "Are you feeling alright?"

To his utter shock, Anxiety flirtatiously moved close, causing him to stumble a couple steps back. Anxiety had followed, staying close enough to make Roman's heart rate go haywire. "Did you know you're beautiful?"

The prince was seriously flustered, confused, and slightly concerned by Anxiety's behavior. A deep red blush had formed on his cheeks. He took another step back, only to find himself trapped against the fridge. His breath hitched as Anxiety brushed his nose to his own. He was dangerously close to his lips, and Roman was extremely nervous right now.

"S-Seriously A-Anxiety, is this a prank or s-something?" he stammered as his opposite pinned him against the fridge.

It was strange that all it took get Roman to drop out of his royal, egotistical self was Anxiety getting close to him. By close, I mean Anxiety's breath was ghosting over Roman's lips. The poor pining prince was as red as his sash.

"I want to kiss you so badly right now," Anxiety muttered. Roman's heart dropped, along with his jaw a little. Not only was Anxiety pinning him against the fridge, he was now telling him he wanted to kiss him.

Of course Roman wanted him to kiss him, but he was still so nervous and confused. Why was he acting like this? This wasn't like him, at all.

"Roman, can I kiss you?" he muttered, looking into his eyes. The prince's breathing hitched again. What was he to do here? Stop him and question him as to why he was behaving so strangely? Or give into the, practically temptation of Anxiety asking if he could kiss him? I mean, this was all him. Anxiety had made every move thus far, and it was HE that asked to kiss him.

Roman internally sighed, defeated by Anxiety's brown eyes and enticing lips. He nodded a little to Anxiety's question, to which he responded by almost instantly capturing his lips with a passionate kiss. Roman's hands found their way to Anxiety's hair, pulling him closer if that were possible. Both of them were lightheaded and panting for oxygen when they pulled away with flushed cheeks.

"Anx..."

"I'm so in love with you," Anxiety said before kissing him again, earning a soft gasp from the prince.