When Morph woke up, they had a pounding headache. It took a few moments to realize it was a hangover and that they hadn't even made it to bed the night before; they had just collapsed fully clothed. Morph rubbed their eyes, adjusting to the light in their room.
How did they get to their room last night?
Oh right, Logan. That’s why they had a hangover—they had been drinking with Logan at a bar. It was one of those occasions where Wolverine would go out to drink alone, but Morph would tag along to lift his spirits and also to prevent him from getting into trouble while drunk.
They had sat together at the end of the bar. Morph vaguely remembered talking with Logan, who had smiled at them, his usually stern expression softened with affection. Morph remembered leaning in and pressing their lips to Logan's in a brief, gentle kiss. When they pulled away, Logan’s face was blurry, and they didn’t remember his reaction. After that, everything was a blur. They didn’t think they had stayed much longer at the bar before heading to—OH MY GOD, THEY KISSED LOGAN.
Why did they do that? What on earth were they thinking? Logan must be upset, at the very least uncomfortable. What should they say? If they claimed to not remember anything from last night, which wouldn’t be a complete lie, would Logan bring up the kiss? They were drunk and didn’t know what they were doing; they wouldn’t have done it if they were sober. Maybe they should apologize.
After taking a shower, Morph went to the kitchen, where they could already hear Wolverine and Cyclops arguing. When Morph entered, they saw Gambit greeting them with a wave while sipping his coffee. Logan and Scott, still standing and arguing, hadn’t noticed them yet.
“Can you stop talking so loudly? My head feels like it’s going to explode,” Morph said, sitting at the table and looking down.
“We’re arguing about that!” Cyclops said, pointing at Morph. “The fact that you came back drunk last night and obviously have a hangover today.”
Morph looked up, and Logan turned his head away, avoiding their gaze.
Oh right… the kiss.
“Don’t you have a hangover?” Morph asked, not recalling much from the night before but knowing Logan had probably drunk more than they had.
“No, healing factor,” Logan replied, glancing sideways.
“Oh, how nice.”
“Do you know how irresponsible this is? What if there’s an emergency and we need you, but you can’t fight because you’re like this!”
“Don’t worry, Scott, I learned my lesson last night. I won’t drink a drop of alcohol for the rest of my life,” Morph said, resting their head on their arms on the table.
“Stop being such a buzzkill, Mon Ami. One has to have fun once in a while,” Gambit said to Cyclops.
“You only defend them because you do the same thing!”
Suddenly, Morph felt a hand on their shoulder. When they looked up, Logan was offering them a glass of water with an aspirin.
“Thanks,” Morph said as Logan gave them a few pats on the back before leaving the kitchen.
Maybe Logan wasn’t actually angry.
After a few hours, when Morph no longer felt like their head was pounding, they went outside to the yard. They could see Logan leaning against a tree.
“Hey, bub, how are you feeling?” Logan said when he saw Morph approaching.
“I’ve been worse.”
They stood in silence for a moment, which felt like an eternity to Morph.
“Everything okay, Morph?”
“Yeah, everything’s great. I just… I just wanted to know if you were mad at me for something silly I might have done while I was drunk or if we’re going to pretend nothing happened and never talk about it again.”
Logan chuckled.
“You kissed me last night when I asked you why you started talking nonsense about inflatable dolls piloting planes,” he said, amused.
“Oh, that’s from the movie Airplane! It’s a great film. Haven’t you seen it?”
“No, I haven’t seen it. You can show it to me later”
“Wait, so we’re okay?”
“Of course, we’re okay. But I still want to know about the kiss. Was it really just a drunken mistake?”
“Why is it important?” Morph shrugged, really not wanting to have this conversation but not wanting to lie to Logan either.
“It’s important if it’s something you’d want to do when you’re sober too.”
Morph looked at the ground, remaining silent.
“Because if you say that, I’d give it a chance.”
When Logan said that, Morph quickly lifted their head. Did they hear that correctly?
“And if I say that and I don’t really feel that way, I’d look like a fool.”
“You’re not a fool,” Morph moved closer to Logan, now more calm and confident. “Maybe a brute, but not a fool. But you make up for it by being handsome.”
Logan chuckled and took Morph’s hand. “So, is this okay?”
Morph felt a bit foolish for being nervous like a lovesick teenager despite being an adult.
“It’s perfect.”