The Third Sunday

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The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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he only bites out of love :c

[danzan]

Don't think anything'll keep 'em in line. [ Still, he jerks his head forward in a gesture to get Scott in bed, following after him to sit on the edge with a soft grunt. ]

All right. Face your shoulder to me, Slim.

Fine, fine...let's hope you don't have rabies

[no_fun_allowed]

Probably not but it might distract them from us.

[He's in enough paint that he doesn't even protest, sitting down and undoing the front of his shirt.]

Other times I had been able to put it back together myself but not this time.

[danzan]

[ He snorts. ] Nothing wrong with needing help. Now breathe in --

[ Setting Scott's shoulder is easy enough. After that one warning Logan does it in one go, and though the sound is a little sickening, he's under the assumption the local boy scout ought to be used to it.

Still, he has to ask: ] You good?

[no_fun_allowed]

You from all people are telling me that?

[There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before Scott nods and braces himself for the pain. It's just as bad as he expected when it happens but Logan is efficient and quick, which helps a whole lot.

Scott lets out a soft grunt and exhales slowly. leaning a little against Logan.]

Peachy, thanks. I'll see Hank in the morning to get a sling and some painkillers. [He pauses and then looks up at Logan. ] Really, thanks.

[danzan]

[ "Thanks" is fine enough to hear once, but having Scott look at him and say it again is just mushy.

Logan is absolutely here for it, but he has to look away to maintain some level of composure. ]

Don't worry about it.

We're teammates. [ Friends, Logan. The word you're looking for is "friends". ]

[no_fun_allowed]

[ Scott knows Logan doesn't hears it nearly enough, especially not from him.]

We are. Funny how life turns out to be in the end, hm? Years ago you'd have stolen my bike and be on your way to a different country by now.

[Logan might be looking away but they're still close, if only because Scott's is to tire and in pain to move much and Logan is a solid weight to lean into.]

Sometimes things do change for the better.

[danzan]

[ It's hard not to laugh a little bit at being called out like that. How many bikes of Scott's has Logan even stolen over the years? God, he can't remember.

He sits with his hands clasped between his thighs, back straight and Scott's head against his shoulder. If Scott wasn't in so much pain, Logan might've reached out to wrap an arm around him.

As it is, he resists instead. ]

I had to grow up sometime. [ His tone is matter-of-fact. ] And hey, bub, at this point some of your bikes're mine too.

Naturalisation. I've had 'em longer.

[no_fun_allowed]

Growing old, you mean. [If such thing is possible, Scott manages to make his scoff sound self-deprecating. ] But this is a good place for that.

[Now that his shoulder is no longer killing him, the throbbing pain is bearable. Tiredness is taking a hold on Scott but he's glad for the company and amused by Logan's logic.]

Fine, I accept shared custody. But only because the seats already have the shape of your ass.

[danzan]

Oh, so you know what my ass is shaped like?

[ Logan looks over at Scott at that, the corner of his mouth quirked up in the smallest show of fondness. ]

I promise I'll take care of 'em. [ Finally giving in, he gives the top of Scott's head a pat. ] The bikes, not my ass.

You should get some sleep, Cyke.

[no_fun_allowed]

I watch your back, it's inevitable that my eyes travel a little lower sometimes.

[ He really is tired, otherwise he woud have never said that out loud. It's all friendly banter, though, and Scott gives Logan a tired smile.]

Take care of both, save me the trouble to do it for you. And yes, some sleep sounds good. [He straightens his back as much as he can without putting a lot of strain on his shoulder.] With some luck I won't wake you again tonight.

[danzan]

Yeah, well. I'll sleep better knowin' you're okay.

[ Once Scott's done leaning on him, Logan's hands rest on his knees as he gets to his feet. The door to Scott's room is still slightly open -- it's a miracle none of the Bamfs got in -- and Logan rubs the back of his neck as he walks towards it, then turns to look back at him with a small, final smile. ]

Night, Scott. I'll see you in the morning.

[ With that, Logan leaves the room. ]

[no_fun_allowed]

Softie...[Scott calls out with fondness, a smile smile playing on his lips.] Good night Logan, sleep well.