It was two, maybe three in the morning when Logan decided to set his pen down, his hands in his hair as he sighed, head hung low before he heard a faint knock on the door.
He paused, looking up “Yes..?” He called out, before standing
“Wolvie..?”
A mumble, before a cough, then a groan
“Scott.” Logan spoke out, shaking his head as he pushed the chair out from his desk. “Come on in..”
The younger man opened the door, dressed in sweats and a jacket, walking into the room before he shut it.
“What do you want, bub?” Logan's voice was soft, well, as soft as you could get from him.
“You okay?”
Scott nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Can I stay here..?” he mumbled, slightly shaken up
Logan nodded, turning to a small chest near the door, grabbing an extra blanket, tossing it to him. “Another nightmare?”
He questioned, sitting near him. Scott nodded.
“Another about Jean..?” Logan spoke, a hint of knowing in his voice, Scott nodded again.
“I can't- i can't get them to stop.” The younger mans voice was hoarse and stern.
Logan nodded this time, taking the blanket from Scott's hands, wrapping it around his shoulders, pulling him to his chest as he shifted
“You wanna lay down again, try n’ sleep?”
He hummed softlt, face in his neck, almost a small purr
“Yea..” Scott mumbled, another nod as he shifted slightly, face buried into the older mans neck, a shaky breath
“I miss her..” Scott mumbled, a shaky exhale, trying to get closer to the older, he was exhausted, have been overworking himself since her death.
Logan hummed, nodding, hand going to Scott's hair, scratching his scalp with blunt nails “I'm sorry..” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to his temple, his other hand around the younger's waist, keeping him close.
The two sat there, a semi comfortable silence as Scott let logan hold him, let him play with his hair till his breathing evened out, signaling the younger man had fallen asleep. Logan scooted back, laying down with Scott in his arms, continuing to play with his hair, a small frown, then a groan, forgetting the lights on, but he didn't want to move, he'd sleep with the brightness of them if it meant Scott finally, finally had fallen asleep, comfortable and safely. Eventually, he too fell asleep, brining Scott closer to his body, holding him tight.