Only one bed

[madmeemey]

there's only one bed!

Two characters have to share a room for the night. Every room is occupied, but fortunately there is one last room available.

There's just one problem — there's only one bed, and the characters aren't comfortable sharing it.

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[alivian]

...Yes. Yes it is.

[He at least has the smarts to not deny it. He huffs, shifts a bit. His heart's still racing a little, but he figured that it was just from the excitement of the new experience.

[He can't place it, but he does feel something.]

I wanted to share it with you a little longer.

[Absently, he looks to one of his hands, noticing it's slightly shaking. It's possibly part of the buzz he was talking about...]

Even though it tastes kinda bad.

[The benefit of not being able to fully taste some substances.]

[educated_wish]

We'll do it again. Once we're sure you're recovered.

[ He has no idea he'll end up quitting for his own good before they can. ]

Once you stop shaking, we'll head out.

[ He taps his fingers gently with his own. ]

[alivian]

...Okay.

[Mollified, Alivian takes in the touch to his own fingers with a tiny huff of breath, and turns his wrist so that their fingertips can touch, instead.]

I definitely feel a little different right now.

[His gaze drifts to where he's seen those claws pop out, but he opts not to comment.]

[educated_wish]

Breath, for one. It'll really help with it.

[ Look, Logan lived through the 70s - twice. He's dealt with this more than a few times. Let alone how he smokes a cigar used to affect him, too. ]

Keep touching my hand, focus on that. Feel the scars where my claws come out, examine them and describe it to yourself.

It'll give you something to anchor onto.

[alivian]

[Alivian just hums again, and hesitates before reaching out to touch those little scars. His touch is very gentle, like the brush of feather down. Slowly, after a moment, he interlaces their fingers with similar care, noticing the differences in their hands in an abstract way, unable to quite put words to it, but to feel.

[He seems to lose focus, drawn into that singular point of interest. Other than that, he's calm, despite the continued tremors. This isn't his first rodeo in putting his focus to a point beyond his own physical form.

[Other than the odd reaction from his body - a giggle, or some restless shifting, he patiently lets the feelings pass on their own, and ignores the mess that their earlier activities leave on the floor. He'll clean it after they wash up or something...

[Slowly, the trembling subsides, even if the rest of him is still quite high. Not that he can really tell. It feels kind of like being tipsy, but... somewhat energized?]

Kinda feel like I could run a marathon...

[He absolutely can't - and shouldn't - in his current shape.]

[educated_wish]

...yeah, I'm not letting you.

[ He raises his eyebrows at him as if to say 'really?' He is not aware of the full extent of the bad shape Alivian is in, considering he's been okay manhandling him, but even he knows that there's something bad going on there. He's been listening, after all.

If you absolutely have to do something physical, we'll make out or some crap like that. But you're not pushing yourself that far.

[alivian]

No, I know.

[He squeezes their joined hands with a quiet hum. His ears airplane in the next heartbeat, his cheeks coloring.]

...Kissing you is more addicting than apple buns...

[He shifts a little, coming out of the haze a bit. He sobers a little more, and stands up a bit straighter. After a moment, he pulls his touch away with visible reluctance, and the clear yearning to hold his hand again.]

...It'll be easier to clean up sooner than later.

[His hands are still shaking, pulse still pounding with the nicotine rush, legs still hurting from the pressure to his knees, but he'd rather be clean and have a longer time to dry off.]

[educated_wish]

Let me support you while you walk, at least.

[ Logan is chuffed by the comment about how it's addicting, and it shows in how he straightens up a little too, presenting his chest a little in subconscious pride. ]

Lean on me. Okay?

[ He throws an arm around his shoulders. ]

[alivian]

[That gets another huff, but he acquiesces, leaning into Logan with a sigh.]

I'm taking my clothes and jacket with me. The latter needs... the mess taken off.

[He does, however, brush a kiss to Logan's scruffy jaw.]

...I've been relying on you a lot.

[Trying to say "sorry" without using the word outright.]

[educated_wish]

[ He senses the apology and he's not for it. ]

So? I'm sure if I ever run into trouble, you'll let me rely on you too. It's fine.

[ He makes sure they stop by the clothes on the way out, so he can grab them. ]

[alivian]

[That gets an audible grumble, making a point to do the work to pick up his own stuff, thank you.]

You're making it harder for me to keep hating myself, you know that?

[He phrases it with a complaining tone on purpose.]

Gods.

[educated_wish]

Good.

[ Logan looks at him, satisfied with what he's heard, a bit smug about it. ]

Because you don't deserve to hate yourself. I don't hate you, and never will.

[ Maybe this is part of how he pays back how Wade saved him, by helping someone else. ]

[alivian]

...This is the part where I say "you suck" like a hormonal teenager, but don't mean it in the slightest.

[Alivian tucks his boots under one arm with a sigh, and makes sure his mask and other belongings are in his jacket pocket. He glances over at Logan, and then nods at the door. He's ready to clean up if he is.]

Ready to try again to keep our hands off each other?

[educated_wish]

Speaking of being like a hormonal teenager...

[ Logan shakes his head and laughs. ]

I'll keep my hands to myself. At least for an hour.

[ He opens the door to head out. ]

[alivian]

[This time, at least, they do. Alivian cleans up, dresses, and gets fully settled before resolving to head back with him. He's absently grabbed onto Logan's wrist during the walk, only to frown when a sensation of something rippling past them like water manifests, and instead, they're in the depths of a forest, the trees towering high and blotting out a majority of the sunlight.

[The air smells different, and Alivian coughs a little.]

Um. We're both awake, right now, right?

[educated_wish]

....we are.

[ It smells so familiar. He focuses on the scent of modern society wafting through from the edges of the trees. ]

I think we're - we could be at my home.

It smells like it.

[alivian]

...Ah.

[His ears airplane, but he moves to put his mask back on in a hurry, just in case, and starts to tug on his coat, too, in order to reattach the hood and stick it back on his head. He can faintly hear people beyond the trees.

[Absently, he tugs his hood down a bit, as if to hide even his masked eyes. Trepidation oozes from his scent, but his expression remains neutral.]

[educated_wish]

Don't be afraid of the people. You won't - you won't hurt them.

[ He knows that's what Alivian is scared of. He knows that's why he's hiding himself. ]

Come on.

[ He reaches out to try to take his hand. ]

[alivian]

What if I do???

[He takes Logan's hand a bit too hard (for most people,) but doesn't hesitate to fall into step next to him, his hold nervous and trembling.]

What if they look at me and can just tell that I'm.. that I'm dangerous??

[As a fear response takes hold, Alivian struggles to calm himself, but clings to Logan's hand for support.

[He trusts him enough that he isn't even attempting to run away.]

[educated_wish]

[ Logan shakes his head. He's had similar thoughts all his life, he knows this path well, which means he can also combat it. ]

I've always wondered that. Nobody's figured me out yet, except the good people, and then they help me.

The only people I've hurt is those cruising for a fight.

[ Okay, that's not necessarily true, but he's trying to be optimistic here. ]

[alivian]

You?? But you're--

[Alivian stops, stares, and clears his throat. Of course he understands the moment the words leave his mouth.]

...You're like a scruffy stuffie.

[Flat stare.]

[educated_wish]

...what?

[ Logan starts laughing. Rogue used to tell him the same damn thing, or at least similar, but he hasn't heard it in awhile. ]

I'm nice to you. A lot of people, I'm not.

[ He continues to walk and tugs on his hand to follow. ]

[alivian]

[The laughter prompts Alivian to smile, and he doesn't need to be urged twice to keep following.]

Why not?

[educated_wish]

[ Logan grumbles. It's hard to explain how he feels a temper rising at most people, and he can't really control it. How because his genetics can make him slightly feral, he can get animalistic at people without noticing. ]

They're assholes.

[ Yeah, he's not even trying. ]

[alivian]

[Excuse me, sir.]

But you want me to have faith in the people here... but they're assholes?