six
When Wednesday rolled around the first thing Logan did that morning was text Wade. He had been agonizing over what attire he was supposed to wear, but of course it couldn’t be that easy for him to get a straight answer.
Wade responded with the godforsaken picture— that he refuses to delete —of Logan in his Frank N Furter costume. The older man quickly threatened to block him which was responded to with a slew of upset emojis. The official answer Logan got out of the little bastard was a text that read “surprise me ;)”.
Logan was now in his closet staring hard at all of his clothes and trying to think of any reason this should feel like such a hard decision. It was just Wade.
But, it was also Wade’s godmother, and Logan wants to make a good impression. He refused to further his thoughts in that direction because there were too few reasons to want to impress her. And, a lot of them align with Scott and Laura’s implications. Which aren’t true, because nothing is going on between Wade and him.
He huffed in frustration and called out down the hall, “Laura, what are you wearing?”
“Dios mío,” Her voice sounded back to him, “It’s not a date, dad,”
“Casual or dressy?” He yelled back, irritated.
“Wear whatever,”
“That’s not an answer,”
When she didn’t reply he growled through his nose and turned back to his closet. He pulled out the first shirt he saw, his choice was a pale salmon-orange button down he hadn’t worn in ages. Sighing, he tossed it to his bed and rummaged through some drawers for a pair of loose blue trousers.
The final product was simple but he thought he looked nice. He kept his shirt untucked with a few buttons undone to be more casual, but he did pack a belt in his bag just in case. He was thinking far too much about this, but being prepared was never a bad thing, right?
He then found himself in his bathroom playing with his hair in the mirror for much longer than he should have. First he tried a slicked style, but that felt too proper. Next he tried to fluff it out, but that seemed too childish, he was halfway through styling it a third way when Laura leaned on the doorframe.
“We’re gonna be late,” She met his eyes in the mirror.
“Gimme a minute, go start the car or something,” He kept his hands in his hair.
“Already did,”
Logan sighed, “What time is it?”
“Ten minutes past when you wanted to leave,”
He swung around to look at her, “Que?”
All she did was nod before walking out, “I’ll be waiting in the car,”
Logan looked back in the mirror and stared at himself. He was going to have to leave his hair in its current condition, and receive so much shit from Wade. Each side of his head had a tuft of hair he had separated out to style, but now that he couldn’t finish they looked silly. Huffing into the mirror, he attempted to smooth them out before washing the gel off of his hands.
Grumbling to himself, he sped walked to the kitchen and pulled out the pie he had made the night before. He thought it would be rude not to bring anything so he reached into a memory of Wade mentioning his love for chocolate, and that led to the whipped chocolate mousse pie in his hands.
He carefully placed the dessert into a bag and grabbed his keys.
When he slid into the driver’s seat of the car Laura snickered, “El pelo encaja con el apodo de Wade para ti,”
“He doesn’t have pet names for me, Laura,” He pulled out of their driveway.
She hummed, “What would you say it is when he calls you Kitty then?”
“It’s nothing, kid,”He glanced a glare at her, keeping his attention on the road, “It’s just Wade being an annoying ass,”
“And Angel Baby?”
“Shut up,” Logan turned the radio on.
She smiled. “Peanut?”
“Enough,” He growled and twisted the radio up.
The car ride was relatively quiet, besides Laura reading off directions for him. It took them around twenty minutes to arrive at the address Wade had given him.
They both got out of the car and Logan grabbed the dessert before he locked up. It took them a minute of wandering before they found the entrance to the apartment complex. They located the elevator inside and went in.
Logan was looking for the third floor button when an older lady entered the small room with them. She reached over and pushed the same button in without saying a word; all she did was stand there and hold her groceries.
Laura and Logan glanced at each other, but remained silent. The ride up was awkward and neither of them moved in order to not nudge the lady. The elevator dinged an alert of arrival at the three of them.
The lady got off first, making her way to the left down the hall. Logan checked the address again before heading down the same way as her.
She stopped walking only a few moments in, making him and Laura stutter their steps as well.
“Sugar, if you are following me I will fuck you up,” She spoke into the hallway, not turning to face them.
Logan’s eyes widened, “No- No, ma’am, we aren’t, we are ju-,”
“You better not be,” She continued walking.
Laura looked at her dad briefly before they continued to walk behind the woman. All three of them moved in tense silence until the lady turned around to face them.
“Motherfucker, what is your problem?” It was less of a question and borderlined as a threat, “What are you doing in this building,”
Everytime Logan tried to open his mouth and respond, she had one more thing to say. He was honestly impressed at how feisty she was, and a little afraid of what she could actually do to them
The door beside them swung open bearing a familiar voice, “Al, who the hell are you picking a fight with mid day? You know that behavior is strictly for post PM—,” It was Wade, “Oh my God, Althea, this is the student and her dad, the ones who are going to be eating with us,”
Al looked at him then back to them, “Oh,”
“Here, let me take those for you,” Logan reached over and gently took the grocery bags out of her hands.
“Thank you, Sugar, I’m sorry about that outburst,” She smiled as they made there way past Wade into the apartment, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Wade talks about you both often,”
Logan looked at Wade, eyebrows and lips quirked up, “He does, hm?”
Wade rolled his eyes and took the bags from Logan, “I talk about how you growl and puff your tail like a kitty cat,”
The older man grimaced, “I don’t have a fucking tail, Asshole,” He followed Wade into the kitchen, Laura staying back with Al.
“No, but you do have your ears today, Kitty,” Wade set the bags onto the counter then turned to Logan with a smirk, ”They’re cute, you should wear it like that more often,”
Logan growled at Wade, but the flush on his cheeks combated with his irritation, “Fuck off,”
“So feisty,” Wade walked past him, “I gotta train you better,”
Logan kicked the back of the younger man’s leg causing him to stumble his way into the main room. Al and Laura turned in their direction.
“Can you two behave, Dad and I haven’t even been here for more than five minutes,”
“But he kicked me,” Wade pouted.
Logan scoffed, “And you earned it,” He walked over to Laura and took the forgotten pie from her hands. He turned to Wade, feeling oddly awkward about presenting it, “I made pie,”
Wade snickered, “Very good, sweetheart, thank you for sharing with the class,”
Logan scowled, embarrassed, “Asshole, I’m asking where do I put it,”
Before Wade could spit out any more childish remarks, Al spoke up, “Does it need to be refrigerated?”
Logan looked at her, “It can be, but it doesn’t need to be,”
“Wade, show him where the fridge is, without being a bitch about it,”
“Blahblahblah,” The younger man pouted, mocking her as he stepped back towards the kitchen, “Follow, Kitty,”
Logan reluctantly followed behind him through the doorway. Wade gently took the pie from his hands, “What made you bring a pie,”
“Chuck taught me to bring something if I was ever invited somewhere,” He shrugged, “He always said that it was impolite to take without giving back, I guess it stuck,”
Wade opened the fridge, searching for a spot inside for the dessert, “Chuck?”
“Charles Xavier,” Logan leaned against the counter, “He ran one of the foster homes I was at before I aged out,”
Wade turned to him, “You were in the foster system?”
“Yeah,” Logan didn’t meet his eyes, “From eleven to eighteen,”
“No wonder your such a hard ass,” Wade slid the pie into the fridge, “Tragic past and all,”
“Bite me,”
“Gladly,” Wade smiled at him, before yelling out to Al, “Dearest old lady of mine, are you putting this shit away or am I,”
“I’m having a conversation, Wade, you put damn shit away,” She called back.
Logan peeked around the corner to see Laura and Al both seated on the couch. He was surprised to see his daughter talking openly with someone new, it usually took more effort for her stubborn silence to wear off.
“Do you see what I have put up with,” Wade complained, “My whole life, she has been oh so cruel”
“Mhm, I don’t blame her,” Logan stepped back over beside Wade, “Do you want help?”
“You don’t know where anything goes, Peanut,”
“You could tell me, Asshole”
“No, no, you just stand there and look pretty,” He rummaged through one bag, separating out what they need for the dinner and what needs to be put away.
Logan sighed and looked around the room. It was interesting to see where Wade really lived. The apartment was small, a little run down, and nowhere near a safe neighborhood, but it felt like a home. It fit Wade.
“Just kidding, you are going to help me because I don’t know what she needs to keep out to make dinner,” Wade was staring at a bottle of seasoning in confusion.
Logan rolled his eyes and took the bottle from the younger man, “What is she making?”
“Meatloaf or something, I didn’t pay attention to her when she told me,”
Logan looked at him unimpressed, handing back the spice, “Why the hell would she need nutmeg in her meat loaf, dumbass,”
Wade pouted, “I don’t know what nutmeg is, how was I supposed to know,” He earned a frustrated huff from the other man, “You got something to say, Kitty?”
“You’re a dumbass,”
“You already said that,” Wade remarked.
Logan sighed, frustrated, “Move out of the way so I can sort it,”
“No, I told her I would,”
“And you are going to do it wrong, let me,”
“No, you stay there and tell me what to leave out or put away,”
“Wade, quit being stubborn,” Logan lightly shoved him out of the way, “Just let me do it,”
“I’m not the stubborn one,” The younger man wrapped his fingers around the back of his shirt and pulled him back from the bags, “I said no,”
Logan growled, “Don’t talk to me like I’m a dog, Wade,”
Wade shrugged and stepped back front of the bag, “Only when you start to listen,”
Logan pulled the bag away from Wade to in front of himself,, “You don’t even know what you’re looking for,”
Wade pushed the older man around so his back was up against the counter, “No I don’t, that is why you’re going to tell me,”
“Or I could just show you, asshole,” Logan pushed himself away from the edge.
Wade pressed him back against it, keeping a firm hand on his chest until the older man slid onto the counter’s surface to escape the pressure digging into his back.
“Stay,”
Logan, reluctantly, obeyed.
“Good, Kitty,” Wade smirked.
“Just show me the fucking food, Bub,” He growled
That’s how they spent the next few minutes. Logan would tell Wade what to put away or what might be in Al’s recipe. He would watch as the younger man glided across the kitchen and shoved stuff into its designated—or not designated—spots.
Logan hadn’t spent time like this with someone in a long time. They were barely talking, but it felt like he was getting to know Wade more than he ever could from a conversation. He was seeing what the younger man ate on the daily and where he kept his basics. Something was vulnerable about the whole endeavor.
The room décor wasn’t themed, unlike most people’s home kitchens are. It was littered with printed family photos held onto the fridge by magnets and little unorganized knickknacks spread across the counter.
Absolutely nothing about it was cohesive, but it all ran together.
“Whatta ‘bout this?” Wade held up a bottle of olive oil.
Logan looked at it, “Just put it away, if she needs it she will get it out,”
Wade nodded, “Mkay,” He stepped in front Logan, “Spread,”
“Excuse me,” Logan glared down at him.
“Get your mind out of my pants, Logan, jeez, I just need to put this in the cupboard behind you,”
Logan kept a glare planted on his face as he slowly spread his legs apart for Wade.
The younger man smiled up at him, stepping into the slot between his thighs. Wade reached past Logan’s head to open the thin cabinet door where he slid the olive oil inside. Shutting it, he stayed planted by the older man’s body.
Logan watched him carefully until their eyes met. It was all too intimate and despite the unsettled feeling in his stomach, he couldn’t look away. Wade, who was merely inches from his face, had one hand laying on top of Logan's thigh and the other still on the cupboard’s knob.
The older man exhaled wobbly and watched as Wade breathed it in with a smile.
The moment was interrupted when Al walked into the room.
“Wade, I need to go back out, I forgot to buy the damn potatoes,” She sounded pissed.
Wade moved away from Logan’s legs, but he kept a hand on his thigh. His gaze moved over to her, “How the hell did you forget potatoes, isn’t that the main side,”
“Don’t give me that attitude, Winston,”
Logan snorted, “Winston?”
Wade ignored him, “Don’t go, Al, we have everything else, it’s fine,”
“We need the them, Wade, I’ll be back,”
“No, Althea,” Logan interrupted, “Wade and I will go,” He looked from Wade to her and back to him.
“Yeah,” Wade agreed, “We can go get them, you stay here and get busy with whatever it is you’re making,”
“Laura can help you,” Logan added.
She considered it, “Alright, but you two better get the right damn thing,”
“Logan will,” Wade smiled and pulled the older man down from the counter, “Let’s go,”
They walked back into the main room. Wade went to the door to put shoes on while Logan walked over to Laura to ask her if she would be alright staying there alone.
Wade watched the hushed conversation fondly. Logan and her argued and bitched at each other a lot at practice, he could only imagine it was amplified at home. Most of the time they resembled siblings rather than father-daughter. But, in the small moments like this, Logan looked like this is what he was supposed to be. He was a father at heart.
When Laura nodded for the tenth time Logan gave her a small side hug and kissed her head, “We’ll be back soon, Laur, make sure you help Althea,”
“Yeah, Yeah,” She waved them off.
Logan turned back to Wade who was grinning wide, “What?”
“Nothin’” He handed the older man his jacket, “Let’s go, Al will have both our dicks cut if we don’t get back in time,”
—
They were halfway through the drive when Wade reached over to turn the radio down, “How many foster homes did you stay at?”
Logan looked away from the window to face him, surprised by the question, “Only two, Charles was my second home,”
“Who was the first?” Wade glanced at him before bringing his focus back to the road.
“William Stryker,” Logan’s voice changed, he sounded distant, “He was a reverend,”
Wade kept his eyes on a red light, slowly pressing on the brakes, “Didn’t like him?
Logan shook his head, ”He didn’t…” He thought about it for a moment, “He shouldn’t have been allowed to foster children,”
Wade hummed a nod, not pushing anything more from the older man.
“He took in my brother and I, made us part of the church,” Logan continued anyway.
“Were you a choir boy?” Wade teased.
Logan grit his teeth, “Yes,”
Wade snorted, earning a light smack on the arm.
“He said in order to stay at the house we had to be a part of the church, he couldn’t ‘disgrace his title as priest’ with ‘unfit’ sons. Victor joined him in Bible studies, I wasn’t interested in much else. At least in the choir I could perform,”
“Victor?”
Logan nodded, “Half-brother, we shared a father,”
“So what happened to make you leave,”
Logan laughed, but there was no amusement, “Stryker wasn’t a fan of me, in any respect; he never was. I was there for four years,” He fidgeted his thumbs, “He didn’t like my attitude or my appearance, but he specifically hated the… thing, I had going on with one of the church members, Kurt,” Logan smiled softly, “He was German, he couldn’t speak english very well, but he used to come in every Sunday to escape from his shit father. He was always talking about finding hope,” He sighed, “Stryker liked to think what we had was caused by Satan’s influence, like it needed to be fixed or repented of,”
“Sounds like an asshole,”
“He was,” He looked at the road, avoiding Wade’s glances, “He did some fucked up shit to me before I got out of there. Not, Victor, though, that was his perfect son,”
Wade reached a hand over, resting it on Logan’s leg in comfort, “I’m glad you got out of there,”
Logan nodded, “I am too,” He let Wade’s hand linger, “What kept you living with your godmother this long?”
Wade glanced at him, “She was always there,” He took his arm back from Logan’s leg, “My parents were too young and lost on drugs when I was little, Al gained custody of me when they were deemed unfit by the court,”
Logan hummed.
“She raised me, kept me safe, knocked some sense into me; she never gave up on me, which i give her credit for, I was not an easy kid,”
“You’re not an easy adult either, Bub,”
Wade gasped dramatically, “Rude, I was nice to you during your tragic backstory retelling,”
“You made fun of me being a choir boy,” Logan countered.
Wade sputtered, “Well, c’mon, how could I not,”
A few minutes passed, and they sat quietly listening to the radio’s low hum. Wade pulled into the market’s parking lot, but neither man made a move to leave the car.
“Al took me in again after my divorce,” Wade kept his eyes on the windshield, “She… She saved me from a lot of shit when she let me stay,”
Logan glanced at him, “I’m glad you had her,”
Wade turned to him, “Did you have anyone when you lost Jean?”
Logan’s eyes widened, then they fell, “No,”
“I’m sorry,” Wade reached his hand back over to the older man’s leg.
Logan set his hand on top of his, but he said nothing. They sat there until Laura texted about them taking too long.
“We should go in,” He squeezed Wade’s hand a little before releasing it.
Wade retracted his, using it to turn the car off, “Yeah,”
He got out of the car and stretched. Logan watched him for a moment, trying to find a way to justify holding hands with his coworker in a grocery store parking lot.
Wade rounded the car and shut Logan’s halfway open door. The older man glared at him through the window as Wade reopened it, “Passenger princesses don’t open their own doors,”
Logan growled, “Fuck off,” He stepped out of the car.
Wade shut the door, hitting the button on his keychain to lock it, “What you don’t like being called princess? Hm?”
The older man shot him a glare, but the unmistakable flush of his cheeks made Wade grin widely, “Aha— you do like it!”
“No I don’t, let’s go, asshole,”
“Whatever you say, princess,”
Logan growled as they walked into the store.
Getting Wade to stay on track was nearly impossible. Logan had to drag him away from numerous aisles until they finally arrived at the produce section.
The older man was looking through bags of potatoes when Wade stepped up behind him, looking over his shoulder.
“Peanut, you are taking too long, I’m bored,” His breath hit Logan’s neck and sent a shiver down his spine.
“Quit complaining,” Logan picked up a bag that seemed good enough to use; Walmart produce was ass anyways.
Wade sighed dramatically onto Logan’s ear, “Are you done, yet,” He whined.
Logan growled, “Back the fuck off,” He stepped away from Wade, “Yes, I’m done, let’s go,”
Wade followed behind him happily chatting away about some nonsense he saw in the kid’s section. He hadn’t shut up the entire way through the store.
They went through the ”twelve items or less” line, trying to save time. Wade continued his talking with the cashier who smiled at them both. The younger man leaned an arm on Logan’s shoulder.
The transaction ended and Wade waved goodbye to the cashier, “Have a good day,” He sounded far too enthusiastic.
Logan grabbed his arm out of the air, “Quit being an attraction, come on,”
“Aw, you think I’m attractive, Kitty,” Wade smiled at him.
Logan growled and dragged him out of the store.
—
“We’re home,” Wade called into the apartment as he held the door open for Logan.
“Finally, you two took so damn long Laura and I believed you weren’t just getting groceries,” Al called back from the kitchen.
Logan and Wade walked in, setting the potatoes on the counter. The older man glared at his daughter, “You better have not come to any conclusions other than buying groceries,”
“Hard to say,” She shrugged with a grin causing both her and Al to laugh.
Wade grinned, “They obviously thought we were making friendship bracelets,” Logan huffed at him.
Scampering of little feet sounded from the other room until a small barely passable dog trotted into the room.
“What the fuck is that,” Logan scrunched his face up as Wade lifted the dog up into his arms.
The younger man gasped dramatically, “How rude of you,” He hugged the thing close, kissing her head, “This is my dog, Ms. Mary Puppins,”
Logan didn’t look any more convinced. Laura smiled, “I think she’s cute,”
“I think you're crazy,” Logan stared at the dog.
“Wade get that damn thing out of my kitchen,” Al demanded.
Logan watched as Wade began to pout, “Agreed,”
The younger man pouted, “They are so mean to you,” He set her down and watched her run out of the room.
Al turned to him, holding a wooden spoon at him, “Logan, come, stir this for me,”
He softened immediately and took the spoon from her, “What consistency do you want it, hm?”
“Creamy, but not thin,” She turned her attention to the bag of potatoes, “Laura, dear, can you wash and peel these for me,”
Laura hummed in confirmation and got to work.
“And what can I do, beautiful blind ma?” Wade chimed up.
“Nothing,” Al said sternly, “You sit in a stool and wait for dinner to be done,”
Logan snorted as Wade pouted.
Wade watched as Laura and Logan mingled around his kitchen, softly speaking with Al or laughing at each other's mistakes. He loved watching the two like this.
Logan was always too serious, seeing him now, wearing Wade’s old ‘kiss the chef’ apron and smiling as Laura got frustrated with the potatoes not peeling, it just felt right. Like everything was falling into place. This was how it was supposed to be.
His heart squeezed as Logan turned his head towards him, acknowledging him, and making sure he was still included in this moment. The careful eyes and gentle smile Logan displayed for him had him lost. This man didn’t have to do anything, and Wade would still trip over himself for that smile.
Dinner was finally finished an hour later, and Wade was tasked with setting the dining table that was hardly ever used. He couldn’t help smiling to himself when he set Logan’s plate across from his own. It was silly and childish, but it was enough joy to last him the next month.
Moments later they were all sitting around the table, and Al was telling Laura and Logan some story of Wade when he was a teenager. But he wasn’t listening, he was watching Logan’s eyes wrinkle while he laughed.
They locked eyes seconds later and the older man’s brows furrowed slightly. He mouthed, “Are you okay?” and Wade melted.
He nodded, but Logan still kept a special eye on him.
“Dad used to play witches with me,” Laura caught both boy’s attention.
Wade looked at Logan, “Did he now?”
“Mhm, more than that, he would start it, that’s how he got me to be more comfortable with him,”
Al smiled, “That’s very efficient with children,”
“I learned it from Chuck, he would pretend to be superheroes with the other kids, he tried it with me, but I was just a dick to him,”
“Chuck?”
Wade answered for him, “His foster father,” he looked at Logan, “Weren’t you like sixteen?”
Logan snorted, “Yes, and that’s partially the reason I called him Wheels when he was telling me everyone’s superhero name,”
“Cruel,” Wade exaggerated.
“You have no room to talk, Bub, you call her Blind Al,”
Al glared towards Wade, “You’re still doing that shit?”
“Often,” Laura chimed in.
Wade groaned, “You two are not helping my dessert privileges,”
Logan stood up, “I’ll go cut that now,” he rolled his eyes, “before you lose your privileges,”
Wade jumped up, “I’ll help,”
Logan grabbed a knife as Wade pulled the container from the fridge.
“Get plates out, please,” Logan asked, popping the lid off of the pie.
Wade set down four plates and watched the older man carefully cut the slices. After each one was plated he would have to smack Wade’s hand away from touching it.
He set the lid back on the container, “Put it back in there,”
Wade nodded and swiftly moved to shove it back into the fridge. When he turned around he had to physically restrain himself to not make any embarrassing noise.
Logan was standing in the warm sunset lighting coming in through the kitchen window, he looked beautiful. Beyond that, he held the knife up to his mouth and was licking the cream off the side. He was perfect.
Wade gulped and stared.
Logan licked a stripe from one side and looked towards Wade, “Want to scrape some off of here?”
Wade couldn’t handle the small drop of vanilla cream that the older man had on the corner of his mouth. He shook his head, unable to form a trust worthy sentence.
Logan raised his brows a little and licked more off of the knife, keeping eye contact with Wade.
The younger man couldn’t move.
Logan dropped the knife into the sink once it was cleaned of mousse and cream, “C’mon, help me bring these out,” He grabbed two plates and handed them to Wade who mindlessly grabbed them. Picking up the last two he walked back into the dining area where Al and Laura waited.
Wade followed him out, setting the pies down where Logan hadn’t.
—-
The dinner was finished a couple hours ago and Logan couldn’t remember the last time he checked the clock. Laura and Wade decided they wanted to watch a movie while Al and Logan cleaned up and talked.
Logan learned a lot about Wade this way. He learned about Wade’s mom and how Al was also her godmother. He learned about Wade trying out for basketball and failing miserably. He learned about when Wade got accepted in his first choice college. He learned about Vanessa, and how much he loved her.
The biggest thing he learned about was Wade’s cancer. Four years ago, he had been diagnosed with thymoma. Al and Vanessa had to convince him to go to the doctor after he had been having chest pains for a month. He had to get chemotherapy making his body react negatively, causing scar tissue to develop sporadically around his body.
Logan had noticed some damage on the younger man’s skin, but he would have next thought Wade was a cancer survivor.
When Logan walked out into the main room it was dark, the only light shining was the TV playing end credits. Laura was asleep on the couch with the dog curled up beside her; Wade was snuggled up on the other end.
“When did she fall asleep?” He asked softly as to not wake her.
“Half an hour ago, she was barely making it twenty minutes in,” Wade responded looking up at him from the couch.
“Do you know where she put her bag? I need to get our stuff together before I wake her up to go,”
“Stay,” The request came out soft and small from Wade.
“Huh?” Logan looked down into his eyes.
“Stay,” He sat up, “I know you don’t want to be driving this late, and she already fell asleep, just stay,”
“Wade, I can’t— you don’t have space for us here,”
“She can stay out here on the couch, you can take my bed if you want, or you can stay out here with her,”
Logan looked at Laura, contemplating.
“Just stay, Sugar, we have extra blankets, no harm comes out of it,” Al walked into the room.
Logan sighed, “Alright,”
Wade smiled at him and stood up, “C’mon,” He laid a blanket over Laura, “We can get you some stuff from my room,”
Logan followed Wade down the hall into a small bedroom to the left. There was a bed covered in blankets and stuffed animals. Logan huffed a laugh at how very Wade it was.
The younger man walked over to his bed and set aside two blankets and a pillow, “Do you want something to wear?”
“I don’t know— wouldn’t that be crossing a professional line, Wade,”
The younger man turned to him, deadpanned expression on his face, “Logan, you are going to be sleeping on my couch with a hello kitty pillow I had since I was fifteen, we already crossed that line, now do you want a T shirt or no,”
Logan looked down, defeated, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,”
Wade rummaged his drawers for a moment before chucking a soft shirt and shorts towards Logan, “Get changed in here, I’ll wait out there,” He slid past the older man back out to the main room.
Logan emerged five minutes later, “Are these women’s shorts?“
Wade nodded at him, “Yeah, comfy right?”
Logan reluctantly nodded. Wade grinned at the sight of his shirt hanging a little loose over Logan’s frame. Being taller than the man was his greatest privilege right now.
They said goodnight quick and short, and walked separate ways. Logan sat himself on their sofa, and fell asleep in minutes. Drifting off faster and safer than he had in a long time