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Part 5
Alex Summers was in the Control Center, working the bugs out on a new Danger Room program.
Rogue came back pretty early in the morning, but not early enough that X-Men wouldn't be up and training. She asked around for Alex, since he was her team leader, and found him, where people suggested, in the Control Center. People were giving her funny looks when she got back though and she wondered why.
Alex looked up. “Rogue. Welcome back.”
"Hey. What's been up since I been away?"
Clearing his throat, he said, “Nothing much... I've just been working on a new Danger Room program.” He shifted a bit. “How's the south?”
"Same as ever. A little more welcomin' now, though." She smiled at him warmly. "Has anybody heard from Remy? I haven't been able t' reach him in New Orleans.”
Alex cleared his throat again. “Well, he just got in about a week ago, actually... But he's not been feeling too well, so he's stayed in bed.” He was unaware of course that Logan was in bed with him.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked concerned. Remy had been through a lot recently and she was hoping that things weren't getting worse. She hadn't seen him since before Christmas.
Shrugging, Alex said, “I don't know, really... But he's in a really bad way, so... be ... gentle with him.”
Rogue was out the Control Center in a flash and rushed up to Remy's room. She knocked on the door gently to wake Remy up. "Remy, can Ah come in?"
Logan’s eyes opened immediately and he muttered, “Oh, shit.”
Remy groggily woke up and echoed Logan's sentiment. "Shit. Logan... stay here," he said and went to the door. He opened it a crack and poked his head through, looking sleepy-eyed. "What?" he asked, rather miffed, looking straight at her.
"Remy...? You can see?"
Logan muttered again, “Shit...” He didn’t want to be caught in bed and immediately scrambled to find clothes, realizing they were all in his room. He muttered again, “Shit...”
"Didn' y' get de update? Little golden boy an’ Sage cured Remy." He wasn't going to tell her about the delay in said healing by Sage. "I'm really tired, Rogue. I'm goin' back t' bed," he started to close the door, but she stopped him.
"Remy, are y' all right? Alex said y' weren't feelin' too good."
Wincing, Logan thought Remy was being a bit short with her, even if they were soon-to-be-ex’s. He tried to creep off into the bathroom undetected.
"I'm tired, woman. Lemme alone!" and he pushed the door shut in her face, locking it behind him. She didn't have super strength now so there was little chance that she would break down the door.
Logan frowned. “Geeze, Remy, testy in the mornings?”
"When I'm woken up, yeah." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Logan. I'm sorry to her too, but I can't help but—clench in anticipation o' de comin' fight, y' know? Maybe I'm a little touchy at de moment. I'm sorry. I'll try to calm down."
Raising his eyebrows, he nodded. “I'd say she's primed for it...” He sighed, coming back and sitting down on the bed.
"Can we meditate today? For real? I don' need t' be a horses ass when she comes knockin' again."
Logan sighed. “If we tried to meditate today, you'd just get more frustrated. It's not good in emergency situations.... That's what drugs are for.”
"Drugs?" Remy looked up from the floor surprised.
Snorting at him, he said, “Kidding.” He shifted a little. “How ya feelin’ this morning?”
Remy was worried for a moment that Logan would actually suggest that he go on mind altering drugs and that was one thing that scared the hell out of him. "Edgy," he said, feeling weak.
Nodding, he opened his arms. “C'mere.” He was so used to doing this with Jubes and Kitty that he saw no problem in doing it for Remy.
"Couldn't she have come later?" he asked rhetorically as he settled into Logan’s embrace.
“No. She's Rogue. She picks the worst time for everything.”
Remy smiled at that. "Yeah." He snuggled against Logan, taking all the comfort he could in the man's arms. "I jus' wanna spend de day in bed," he said, wistfully.
“You could... put her off, you know... Maybe not break up with her until yer more ready for it...” He didn’t remember about the note on her bed.
"Too late f' dat. She probly readin' dat letter I gave her... 'bout.... now." There was a faint scream from the women's dorm area and Remy cringed. "Yeah. Now," he confirmed.
Rubbing his face, Logan cringed. “She's coming back here, isn't she?” He held him tighter. He didn’t want Remy to have to deal with her.
"I'm not openin' dat door again f' nobody," he said resolutely.
Logan sighed and nodded. “Guess we're campin’ out in here today, then,” he said running his fingertips up and down his back and across his shoulders.
Remy sighed at the thought of spending the entire day inside his room with Logan. Thoughts started running through his head, but neither of them were ready to explore those yet. He relaxed into Logan's grasp, but then got uncomfortable in his arms suddenly.
“Y' all right? Am I squeezin’ ya too tight?” he asked loosening his grip a little.
Remy moaned in discomfort against Logan's chest and then the door banged hard like it was being pounded down. "Remy what are y' doin?!!!!" Rogue's voice shouted in a panic at the top of her lungs. Remy cringed and held his head.
Wrapping his arms around Remy snuggly again Logan said, “She can still break that door down, y' know....”
"Ouch," Remy hissed and tensed up. Her emotions were getting through his shields. Emma's bandages were wearing thin.
“Hey... Hey....” he asked getting really concerned for him. God, he would just kill her if she hurt him. He petted him. “Remy? Remy y' all right?” He stroked his face. “Y'all right, darlin’?”
"Remy, open this door! I need ta talk ta you! Remy! Do you hear me! Answer me!" She felt so confused and hurt and Remy cringed even harder at the depth of her feelings.
Remy whimpered, but nodded his head. He tried to calm himself, but she wouldn't stop knocking on the door so loudly that it jarred his concentration. He couldn’t rebuild his shields.
Kissing the back of his neck a few times, he said, “Stay here, darlin’,” and marched to the door in his drawers. He opened the door and pushed Rogue gently but firmly into the hall. “Would ya stop it a damn second, woman!?”
Rogue was surprised to see Logan come out from Remy's room, in shorts no less, and looked at him oddly. "Logan, what's goin' on with Remy? Why won't he speak t' me?" she asked confused. "Do you know what he meant by this note?"
Logan wanted her to calm down, lifting hands in a placating gesture, he said, “He's had a hard time, doll... No, I don't know, but I know your screamin' about it is only makin’ things worse.”
"He won't even talk t' me..." she sobbed.
“I know...” He put an arm around her shoulders. “I'm sorry, girl, he's just...” he shrugged a little, trying to lead her down the hall. “He's still a little fragile.”
"Fragile? From what?? He just got over bein' blind, he should be strong again!" she was really concerned.
“He's had a lot of shifts in his life recently, Rogue... I was with him in New Orleans. Some crazy shit went down, there.” He opened her door for her, helping her inside. “Look, I know it's rough, but try to give him a bit a’ space. He'll talk to ya when he's ready.”
Remy was back in his room trying to build up his shields again. He was trembling, but having Rogue calm and farther away was helpful.
Logan was standing in Rogue’s room, arms crossed across his bare chest. “So... He didn't tell ya... why he broke it off?” Say it wasn't me, say it wasn't me, he pleaded.
"He didn't say a thang. He just said that he was movin' on and not to worry about him. How can I do that, Logan? How can I just let him go?" she was crumbling in front of Logan, and collapsed onto her bed.
Logan sat beside her, just stroking her back. “You... Y' didn't see it comin’?”
"Why would Ah have seen it comin'? For the first time in my adult life, someone loved me. I thought he loved me for who Ah was, and he just up an' leaves out of the blue like that?"
Logan swallowed, feeling really sorry for her. “M'sorry, doll...” He stroked her shoulders. “But you an' Remy were never ‘xactly.... steady, ya know? Y' were always on and off.”
"Until Ah could touch other peo— Oh mah God, Logan, do you think that's why he left me?"
“I honestly couldn't say, hon,” he said patting her knee gently. “I'm sorry you had to come home to this.”
"Ah thought somethin' might be wrong when he Ah couldn't find him in New Orleans, but Ah didn't think it would be anythin' like this...."
“Well.... Maybe after you've calmed down and he's rested up, you two can have a good long talk...”
Rogue nodded, sniffling and looking around for a tissue. He handed her one. “Here.... Why don't you take a nice bath er somethin’?”
"Logan... did he say anythin' ta you about why he was leavin'? I mean, you were with him this mornin'...."
Logan shook his head. “That ain' my place ta say, Rogue.” He stood up. “This is between you an’ Remy.”
It was clear that she couldn't even imagine the relationship that was developing between Remy and Logan. She nodded and tried smiling at him. "Ah'm sorry, Logan."
“Look, I gotta go. Rest up, all right?” Grinning, he stroked her cheek for a second, feeling the start of the energy drain and the start of his healing from it.
Rogue got a flash of Logan's affection for Remy and gasped.
"Logan...? What's... Ah don't understand...?" she stuttered.
Blinking, he asked, “What?” He didn't think a tiny touch would do anything, but maybe she’d gotten more sensitive. It was obvious that she didn't get much, but it was enough to make her blanch. Logan just thought that maybe she needed a little skin to skin contact for support. “Hey, what's wrong?”
"You... you were thinkin' about Remy... just now... an' Ah thought Ah saw...." She looked in her mind for the memories she could still grasp, but only remembered a kiss.
Logan panicked a bit. “What did ya see?” He tried to not sound like he was shitting it.
Rogue glared at Logan and said, "Ah saw y' kissin' 'im." She was pretty angry about the image, but she hadn't gotten any context with it, so she didn't know what was going on. She was willing to give Logan the benefit of the doubt.
“.... Oh. We ... It's not romantic er anything. We just got kinda close in New Orleans....” He eyed her keenly. “I wouldn't do that to ya, Rogue....”
"But why... kiss 'im?" she asked really lost.
Sighing, he held his hands out in resignation. “It just happened, Rogue... I don't know why...” Liar! Because I wanted to shag him senseless.... and I did!
"A...all right..." she said shakily, having no real choice but to believe him. "Ah think Ah'm gonna take that bath now," she said and rose from her bed.
Pulling on a lock of her hair, he said, “Hey... Take care a yerself, all right?”
She smiled weakly at Logan and nodded. "Ah'll be all right. Remy an' Ah... we're gonna talk." She sounded pretty determined to resolve things between them.
Nodding, he said, “See ya around,” and slipped out the door, closing it behind himself, hissing under his breath. “Shit... Oh, shit...” He started walking to Remy's room.
Remy was in his room trying his damnedest to meditate. His eyes were shut tightly and he was concentrating internally on building up walls around him as his previous ones were penetrable. He didn't know how to repair the existing ones, just how to erect shields that were whole. He actually didn't even know how the holes had gotten there in the first place. Emotions were eating at the holes, making them larger and making the shields less useful.
Logan knocked gently on his door. “Remy? Y' in there, darlin’?”
Remy was startled out of his concentration and looked up at the door. "Oui, c'mon in."
Slipping inside, he felt exhausted and at a loss. “How y' doin?” He sat down behind him, wrapping his arms around Remy’s middle.
Remy sighed into Logan's grasp like he had done so often recently. "I feel like I'm 'bout t' crack... but I already did dat, oui?"
“Yeah...” He pressed his nose into his neck and sighed. “I kinda touched her and she caught a glimpse a’ us kissing...” He couldn’t help wanting to kiss him again..... and again and again and again and again.
Remy froze in Logan's grasp. "She what?" he whispered.
Logan sighed. “I told her it was just that we got real close and confused in New Orleans.... I told her there was nothin’ romantic... Think she believed me.”
Remy nodded. "Hope so."
Noticing Remy was still stiff, he released him from his grasp. “I'm sorry, Remy... She just looked so sad...”
"Y' touched 'er?" he asked. "A lot?" He wasn't really putting his thoughts together well at the moment.
“Nah... Just her cheek, for less ‘an a second...” He leaned back on the bed, still in just boxers, all muscled and manly and yummy.... Remy nodded, eyes locked on Logan’s reclining form. Sitting up he asked, “Y' want me ta leave you alone?” He started folding his blanket haphazardly.
"Non, please don'. I'm jus'... scared." he said. "I tink I need t' see Emma pretty quick here. I'm not doin' so good." There was a thin sheen of sweat on Remy's bare chest.
Looking him over, he nodded quickly and bolted out of the room, headed for Emma's office. Remy hung in there waiting for Emma. Coming back into the room with a strong hand wrapped around Emma's wrist he looked at Emma expectantly, then went to the bed and petted the back of Remy's neck. “Hey, darlin’, how ya doin’?”
It was taking more and more of his concentration to keep equilibrium. People's feelings were starting to penetrate into his mind and he couldn’t help but feel confused.
Looking up at Emma, Logan could tell Remy was suffering. “Girl, you gotta help him!”
"I'll do what I can for him. Please leave the room," she asked in her stiff way.
“Yeah...” he said and kissed Remy's forehead briefly before stalking out. Remy swallowed when Emma was alone with him, but she erected a shield around them both so they could work undisturbed—telepathically.
Logan went in his room and showered to try to calm his nerves. He got dressed, still nervous and started pacing. He got so anxious that he got out on his bike and drove into town to run some errands, then came back and swam in the pool. Logan kept swimming until he heard some word. He didn’t want to spy on them again like last time.
Remy eventually was able to keep his head from falling off his shoulders and Emma left him with some exercises to practice. He felt very drained. It was hard work to repair shields. He didn't feel like staying in his room all day and went outside to stretch his legs and to test out his shields. They held for the most part.
All slick like a seal, Logan was just going back and forth across the pool, zoning out on the strokes and the feel of the water. Logan huffed a little, knowing he had to give Remy his space. He may not want me around all the time, breathin’ down the back of his neck.
Remy walked around the grounds looking for Logan because he felt more comfortable with him around. He wasn't lucky enough to reach him before he got outside. Rogue was coming into the living room and intercepted Remy as he was passing through. Her hair was wet and she was looking a little flushed. "Remy...?" she said tentatively.
"Oui, Rogue?" he asked, making sure not to refer to her by her name.
"Ah... was hopin' we could talk?" she asked him.
"Could we please talk tomorrow, Rogue?"
She looked hurt at him, but nodded. "Ah don't understand."
"Ask Emma if y' really curious," he said, trying not to sound too short with her. He turned from her and went to find Logan.
"Is that who you're seein' now?" she asked harshly.
"I'm not seeing anybody, Rogue!" he shouted, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was difficult to accept that his own emotions were affecting his shields just as much as everyone else's were.
"Please, leame alone, Rogue," he asked in a whisper and turned from her completely this time. Remy went out to find Logan. Opening his shields slightly, he wondered if he could find Logan based on his emotions and mental signature.
Rogue was worried about his behavior and went to find Emma.
Remy had to take deep breaths to keep his discomfort in check while he was searching for Logan, but did find him. He closed his shields back up and smiled that he was able to use his powers in a way he hadn't been able to before.
Logan looked up at hearing someone coming. He started treading water in the pool to see who it was because he couldn’t smell much over the chlorine.
"Hey, che—er Logan," he corrected himself, not wanting to make Logan uncomfortable. He really wanted to call him cher though.
Grinning, Logan said, “Hey, Remy. Good to see you aboot.” He thought the Cajun looked like hell, but didn’t say it.
Remy smiled at Logan and stuck a bare foot in the water, but withdrew it quickly. It was cold! "How can y' stay in dere?" he asked, but then remembered that Logan swam in a river that had chunks of snow flowing through it. He shivered in the night air. He still didn't have a shirt on. He had forgotten about it until he hit the cold air.
Swimming to the edge of the pool, he noted, “Yer freezin’.” Easily, he lifted himself from the water, all wet and slick and padded over to where he left his towel. “Emma help?”
"Yeah, she gave me some exercises to do. I'm learnin' about dis ting dat I kept bottled up f' years," he said conversationally. "Can we go inside?" he asked, feeling the chill touch his bones.
“Yeah.” He used towel to dry out his hair making it all rumpled and fluffy in a very adorable manner and followed Remy inside. “We can go to the lounge an’ start a fire if y' want,” he suggested.
Remy seemed to perk up at that. "I'd like dat," he said and was already walking inside.
Nodding, he shuffled about in his wet trunks and took him to the lounge and started loading the fireplace with logs. “So... talked to Rogue yet?” He didn’t know if he was comfortable talking about the empathy.
"A little. Not anythin' serious yet. You wanna change int' somethin' dat ain' wet?" Remy asked concerned. He would hate to be trapped in those wet things.
“Yeah,” he said and just wrapped the towel around his waist and let the shorts drop off. He kicked them near the fire. “They'll dry off,” he said and secured the towel around his middle.
Remy's heartbeat picked up and his breath became shallower. He liked the idea of Logan naked and wondered at what was under his towel. He wanted to go over to Logan and touch his skin, but refrained. They were on the slow track. Slow, Le Beau, slow!
Logan got the fire burning steadily and sat next to him on the sofa. “Warmin’ up?”
Remy warmed up as soon as he got in the house really. He just liked the extra warmth. Logan noticed that he didn't answer and put a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “Hey... Y' all right?”
"Hmm?" he said as if jarred out of some thoughts and smiled. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He leaned into Logan and rested his head on his shoulder. He felt so nice. Logan looped an arm around him and pulled him against his still-damp chest. God, he was so freakin’ fond of Remy, he thought as he stroked his hair. “I didn't think I'd see ya walkin’ around so soon.”
Remy smiled. "Glad I'm still givin' y' surprises," he teased. He was frankly surprised himself. Although, with Emma's help, he was doing much better. He decided to try a couple of his exercises as he leaned against Logan. At first, he was just putting his shields up and calming his center, but then he decided he wanted to know how to use these friggin' things if he had them. That would help him learn how they worked, wouldn't it?
“Hey, listen,” Logan said as he stroked Remy’s arm. “I'm really sorry I broke ya,” he apologized as he nuzzled his temple.
"Y' didn'—do anythin' wrong, Logan. I need t' learn about dis stuff. I spose y' jus'... made it a more urgent matter." He snuggled into Logan's neck and wanted to kiss him. "At some point, would y' mind... lettin' me practice wit' you?"
“No, I'd be glad to help.” He looked down at Remy cuddled into his shoulder, all sparkly and warm looking in the firelight. He really, really wanted to kiss him, too.
Remy smiled and sighed. "It's kind a’ strange... bein' able to sense what's goin' on in oder people's heads... jus', wit no precision," he snorted to himself. "It's like gettin' just a glimpse at de nature of thought. It's really confusin'. I need t' learn how t' identify oder people's emotions better dan I have been."
Shifting a little uncomfortably, he said, “Can y'... sense what I'm feelin’ now?”
Remy shook his head. "I haven' opened de shields yet. I won' til y' say it's okay."
“Oh.” He thought it was kinda obvious, even to someone who wasn't an empath. “Well, thanks,” he said and slipped arm around his waist and let his wide, flat hand stroke Remy’s stomach. “What are these 'practice' sessions going to be like?”
Remy cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Um... dey're bound t' be... uh—intimate, if dat's okay?"
“Yeah, that's fine. What do I need ta do?”
Remy smiled. "I do all de work, really. I mean, y' might help by changin' y' emotions occasionally."
“Oh... okay...” Logan wasn’t really sure how to change his emotions genuinely, but would give it a shot. “Whenever you wanna, just lemme know.”
Remy nodded. He enjoyed the silence. It was comfortable. Logan listened to Remy’s breathing and his heartbeat and the blood as it moved through his veins. He listened to his stomach gurgle and his muscles relax. He could zone out on him like this forever.
"Cher... I'm... really unrefined at dis at de moment, but um... could I try an' see what y'—" Remy cut himself off. He wasn't sure if Logan was comfortable with that yet. "I mean, if it's okay," he clarified before he had even asked. "Could I try an' see what y' feelin'?"
Muttering, all warm and fuzzy on the inside, Logan may have been a little obviously in love with him. “Sure...”
"Kay," Remy said and closed his eyes. He gently tried to open up the long closed shields and reached out to Logan's mind. Remy was afraid that it was going to hurt Logan because he kind of bumbled his way through.
Logan was so relaxed right now it would take a mental tank to actually rattle him. He felt so content right then, he could melt into nothingness. It was obvious when Remy hit the emotions that Logan was feeling because he gave a small gasp. His heart started pounding in his chest and he thought he might explode. The emotions in him were complex, and it took a while for him to figure out and identify all the aspects of them. He felt like he was gliding through a sea of feeling and he could have gotten lost easily.
Kind of feeling Remy in there, Logan suddenly felt even warmer, and all those animalistic wants and needs rose up a little, only for him to brutally smash them away and pretend they weren’t there—like he had always done. He managed to settle back into his contented state.
Logan batting his feelings around was like riding a wave in his mind and he was amazed that he was able to calm them down again. It was kind of like being in a tide pool. Remy smiled unconsciously during his examination of Logan's feelings.
Thinking how he had struggled with conflicting emotions and urges for all of his life Logan stumbled upon a painful memory. The only reason Remy got raped was because he wasn't controlling himself at all and was just letting his animal desires run free.... There was a sudden pang of guilt as he stumbled upon the memory. Remy felt that pang and became worried. He couldn't read what it was about. "Logan?" he whispered. "What's wrong?"
“Nothin’... Sorry...” he said, stroking Remy’s head. “Just... bad memories...”
"I know dat emotion, Logan.... Dat's guilt. You gon' be okay?" He was surprised how readily he recognized it, but supposed he shouldn’t be.
“Yeah... It's gone now, see?” It wasn’t entirely gone, but was now only a low hum. Remy nodded slightly and took a deep breath to find other emotions floating around and examine them.
Logan mostly just loved him and cherished this time with him. He was a little worried about the Rogue situation and hoped that everything would come to a peaceful resolution. He loved beer... beer was definitely good... beer would be nice... hmmm…. He got another flash of wanting to pin Remy to the sofa and shag him senseless, but squashed that down pretty quickly. Mmm... beer.
Remy chuckled and receded from his mind, feeling another pop as he exited. He still wasn't very good at this. He sighed deeply, but refreshed. "I wish I could show y' what I'm feelin'," he whispered. He was very afraid of hurting Logan again though. Emma hadn't said how much she knew about the nature of Remy's power and had implied that projection of emotions might be different than the sensing of them.
“You could just tell me, ya know...”
A smile lit his face and he asked rhetorically, "Where would de practice be in dat?" He sobered up and faced Logan. "Would y' believe me if I told y' what I felt?"
“Sure.” He curled his fingers against his neck, playing with his silky hair. Closing his eyes, he tried to find what he was feeling and to describe the feelings and not the thoughts. He smiled to himself and decided to be brutally honest with Logan. "I feel... warm... emotionally. Safe. Cared for. Dere's a tickle in m' stomach like a little butterfly's stuck in dere," he nearly laughed at himself. "I feel calm, like a sea dat's peaceful." He thought about how he felt toward Logan and a wave came up on him and he didn't know how to describe it.
Smiling a little, like a happy cat in the sun, Logan said, “Yeah... That's good... That's real good.” He flexed his toes and muttered, “Need more wood on that fire,” and slowly moved to go add more.
Remy was trying to describe the feeling of deep affection that came upon him and looked up suddenly at Logan. "I..." he couldn't get it out.
Kneeling before the fire, Logan looked over his shoulder at him. “Yeah?” Putting on new logs, he let his hands get right in there, not minding the burn. He really, got a nice fire going again and sat next to Remy. “What is it?”
Remy realized what it was, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. It was a strange barrier that was up in front of him and he wanted to break it down. He had been able to get around it before by using other languages, but had never succeeded in English.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Logan decided to let it pass and put an arm around him again, settling back into a comfy position. “How long you think ‘til Alex is bangin’ on our doors?”
He ignored the question, unwilling to let this pass him by. "Logan... I think I..." He didn't want to just rush into things though. He hadn't identified this emotion with countless other people, and he was so ready to with Logan... He trusted Logan with his life, and now with his heart. He made the plunge. "Logan, I'm pretty sure dat dis... what I'm feelin' is... love," he choked out. He was in awe at not only the feeling and its power, but at how long the feeling seemed to have been there in his memory. That butterfly was acting up a whole lot more once he said those words, waiting for Logan's response.
Looking down at him, he ruffled his hair a little. He didn’t know what to say, so he just looked at him for a little while. “Oh?”
Remy nodded, worried that Logan wouldn't believe him because it took him so long to say. Please believe me, Logan, he pled silently, holding his breath.
Smiling softly, Logan kissed his forehead. “Breathe, kid, yer turning blue.”
Releasing his lungs, he let the air flow into them again. "Sorry," he said and looked away from Logan. "I figure Alex will let me off de hook until Emma says I'm ready for combat again an' I ain' in danger o' blowin' people's heads off," he answered the question Logan had asked a minute before wanting to escape the awkwardness of Logan not responding to his confession. "You, dough... I tink you're gon' be pulled ont' duty as soon as dey can get y'," he said with a smile.
Smiling back at Remy, he gently cradled his face and pulled him in for a sweet, soft kiss. Remy just melted into what felt like a pile of gold. He felt so pure, so cherished. That kiss was exactly what he needed.
Nibbling a little at his lips before pulling away, he said, “We can talk about this after you've spoken with Rogue.”
Remy nodded tentatively and leaned onto his shoulder. He let out another breath and hugged Logan.
Remy practically fell asleep against Logan's shoulder feeling so at peace, for the moment, though the thoughts of Rogue were threatening to encroach on the peace. Petting him, Logan sighed, making extra sure that his towel was wrapped securely around waist and hoisted the sleepy Cajun in his arms. “Looks like it's bedtime...”
"Hmm?" Remy muttered and woke up. "Oh. Sorry, bout dat. Y' good pillow, Logan," he said and kind of hoped he'd either carry him to bed or let him down so he could walk.
Logan was carrying him to his bedroom. He muscled the door open and put him down on the bed. “There,” he said starting to tuck him in. Remy looked longingly at Logan, but didn't say anything. He hoped that he would stay, but figured, with Rogue being so... unstable that they had better not. Once, she could probably overlook anything, but not more than that.
"Good night, Logan," he said quietly to him. (Fix darkness when come in from pool—should be day time)
Snorting at him, Logan said, “Actually, its lunchtime, but all right.” Leaning down, he kissed Remy’s forehead.
"But I'm so tired! How could it be lunchtime if I'm dis tired?" he asked, yawning.
That little empathic exercise must have taken more out of him than he realized.
Chuckling, he said, “Yer tryin’ out a power ya always kept locked away... a course you're tired.” Logan chuckled again and thought he looked like a kitten when he yawned. He sat on the bed next to him. “Want me ta stay here ‘til yer asleep?”
Remy smiled at Logan. "I'd like dat." He was going to say that he didn't want to keep Logan if there was anything he needed to be doing, but he really did. He felt addicted to the man and wanted him around constantly.
Grinning, he leaned back and got comfy, making sure his towel wasn’t revealing anything. “Y' have any nightmares recently?”
Remy though about it. "Only before I went up t' Canada to see you. Had nightmares all de time before dat. I tink I might a’ had one since, but I don' remember much 'bout it, tank goodness." He looked up at Logan. "What about you? You get nightmares?"
Popping his neck both ways, he settled back. “Nah. Not in a while. They don't seem to come about so much when—“ I'm sleeping with someone. “When I'm feelin' secure,” he finished out loud.
Remy nodded. "You're always welcome here if y' can't sleep," he offered.
Smirking, he said, “Thanks, kiddo,” and ruffled his hair, stroking it a little.
Remy's eyes started to close as his lids got heavy. "I'm sorry, Logan. I'm gon' pass right out."
“Yeah.... You sleep.” He kissed his forehead and waited for his breathing to even out. Remy closed his eyes and was asleep before he knew it really. He had been really wiped out.
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