AnonymousDO I SMELL A MINIFIC
“Thomas, please, you have to go to bed.”
Thomas didn’t turn his gaze from the tv screen as he answered Logan, “One more episode.”
“You’ve seen these all before!” Logan said incredulously, close to begging. His host was wrapped up in several blankets, watching the screen like he was a slave to it, the artificial light the only thing lighting up the otherwise pitch black room.
“But… just one more.” Thomas repeated, turning now from the screen only to attempt to use his puppy-eyes on Logan. If Logan wasn’t so certain Patton had already retired for the evening (or at this point- one am- in the morning), he would have said that was the moral side shining through.
But it was just Thomas. At this point, all the sides were asleep, even Virgil, who had been lulled out of his normally anxious state by the mindless watching of television. Only Logan was up, and as Thomas’s processing center, he would be up until Thomas finally went to bed.
Which seemed to be a battle he was never going to win at this rate.
“The puppy eyes will not work on me, Thomas.” Logan berated, eliciting a pouty frown from his host instead. Logan sighed. “Thomas, if you do not go to bed soon, you will not go to sleep at all tonight, and if you get no sleep you will be completely unprepared for the day tomorrow- or techincally today, now- and if you are unprepared for tomorrow you will get little to nothing done, and if-”
“Alright, alright, I get it.” Thomas said, one hand emerging from the blanket pile to wave off Logan. “I’ll go to bed now.”
“And you mean it this time?” Logan asked with a huff. “Unlike the last two times you said that?”
“…”
“Thomas.”
“Alright, yes I mean it!”
Logan sighed again, this one gratefully. “Thank you.” He said before sinking out, the sounds of Thomas turning off the tv assuring him he truly honestly meant it this time.
Down in the Commons, Logan flopped onto the couch, sighing and rubbing his temples. It had been a long day, and this two hour fight with his host to simply rest had not helped.
Logan was vaguely aware of Thomas’s continued nighttime routine, of him wetting his toothbrush and then putting it away again as if that actually made his teeth brushed, him kicking off his jeans and getting no further into his pajamas before he just fell on top of his bed, asleep in seconds, but the majority of Logan’s attention was focused on his headache. How did he even have a headache? He was a figment of someone else’s imagination, and it wasn’t like his host currently had a headache. So how did he?!
Something heavy fell on top of his shoulders, and before Logan could properly react he recognized the weight as the majority of someone’s upper chest, arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders and smelling of espresso.
“Heya babes.” A voice drawled next to his ear. “Miss me?”
Logan relaxed into Remy’s grip immediately, letting out a breath that felt like it carried all of his tension out of him as well. “So, so much.” He admitted, too tired to be stoic or unattached. “Our host is a fool. I thought I wouldn’t see you until tomorrow night- or, by now, tonight.”
Remy chuckled as he briefly let go of Logan, the logical side missing his boyfriend’s warmth for only a moment before the other had slid over the couch and was once more pressing Logan against his chest. The angle was better this time for Logan to fully melt into him, leaning completely into Remy and cramming his face into Remy’s neck. “I was worried ‘bout that too, hun. Don’t tell anyone, though, kay? I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Mmhmmm.” Logan hummed into Remy’s neck. He moved his arms so they wrapped around Remy’s waist, pulling them even closer together. Remy just chuckled again, moving one of his hands to gently scratch Logan’s head, only causing Logan to press himself closer against the sleep function.
“Tired?” Logan hummed in agreement. “We should probably move them don’t you think, sweetheart? The couch isn’t the best place to fall asleep.”
“Don’t wanna move.” Logan mumbled, dignity slipping away with his quickly fading consciousness. Now that Thomas was asleep his processing center had no need to be awake, and Logan didn’t have the resolve to fight the natural urge to sleep in time with his host.
Remy shifted so that he was holding Logan a little bit away from him, his sunglasses not currently in the way of the soft adoration he was watching sleepy Logan with. In response, Logan tugged at him again, trying to bring him closer to him once more, trying to pull him back into the hug.
Softly, Remy pressed a kiss against Logan’s forehead before gently picking him up, letting Logan shift easily and curl into his chest as he carried him down the hall to Logan’s room (Remy didn’t techincally have one, as a simple function, but that was alright. It just meant he and Logan didn’t have to pick which room to sleep in).
He climbed into what was really their bed, not just Logan’s, not letting Logan go for a moment as he settled them down, barely wasting a second of thought before they were both in fuzzy pjs. He wrapped around his geeky boyfriend, happily pulling him once more against his chest.
For his part, Logan was equally happy to curl up once more against Remy, quickly drifting away enveloped in the comfortable, coffee-smelling warmth of sleepy, but never tired, love.
Almost forgot losleep tags oops: @blinksinbewilderment (for the morning) @sign-from-god-complex and @enderbird
