LOVIN' U

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AN OPEN POST I GUESS

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i hate everything

[sonys]

[ on his lunch break,

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y/n?

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You getting that for me?

[sonys]

i dunno i was thinking about it
i mean your succulents look kind of lonely

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What's wrong with my pots.

[sonys]

nothing??
they're just kind of
boring

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The fun is the plants.

[sonys]

ok but
imagine having fun pots to match the plants

have you seen your balcony?
it's basically the size of my bed
you could totally fit some awesome pots on it im just saying

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Did you eat my fucking yoghurt?

[bythedesk]

Language, mister Howlett.

And no. It's not even my flavour, too much fat.

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Fruit doesn't have fat.

And it's Logan.

[bythedesk]

...

I don't take chances, Logan. Not with food anyway.

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Doesn't make you any less of a moron.

Who you think took it?

[bythedesk]

Charming.

Maybe one of the new kids? I don't really keep an eye on the fridge when there's actual important things to do.

[aequitatis]

[ Spending a quiet evening in isn't something Steve is really used to, but around Logan, he's starting to get used to being pushed out of that sort of comfort zone he has been finding himself in the last few years. He's not dressed up for an interview, or an event, or a special appearance that somehow he keeps getting talked into. He's just a typical guy, spending a quiet night in with his boyfriend. Even his outfit is different than the "normal" - he had shown up with a pair of old, well worn jeans, a regular t-shirt, and a dark blue zip-up hoodie that is soft enough to make it obvious that he has had it for many years.

It had been nice to just spend the evening eating takeout and having the television on in the background. It had been really nice to just talk like his phone isn't accumulating messages that he'll have to get back to once the night is over. And it had been nice to just relax against Logan as they caught up with his DVR, although at some point Steve had somehow fallen asleep while loosely hugging a pillow and resting his head on Logan's shoulder. He hadn't been able to help it, though; this is the most relaxed he has been in...hell, he can't even remember.

That's why, when he wakes up, it almost feels like he has been sleeping for years even if it has just been a few hours. He had apparently been just that relaxed, though, and he finds himself trying to blink away the sleep as he glances around as if confirming where he is. The soft glow of the television fills the room, but when he hears Logan breathing next to him, Steve doesn't really bother moving. He's warm, and comfortable, and with a small smile against his lips he finds himself resting his head back gently against his shoulder. ]

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[ That Steve falls asleep in the middle of a documentary about deer doesn't really catch Logan by surprise. In fact, even if part of him is tempted to call Steve out for this shit when he wakes up, a bigger part of him enjoys the way that Steve feels against his shoulder-- enjoys the fact that he's so calm, so relaxed, and figures that even if it'll make him feel a little stiff in the morning sleeping with his back this straight, it's probably worth it.

Somewhere in the few hours that the man sleeps, Logan reaches with his arm to wrap it gently around his shoulders and hold him steady, driven by some long-forgotten instinct of intimacy. And not long after he's chosen to do that, Logan falls asleep, apparently caring little for shutting the television and its mundane ocean creature montage off.

The only reason he wakes up later on, long before the sun rises, is because his watch beeps to remind him to take his medicine. Logan stirs, stares at the lit-up digital face, and then shuts it off.

He hasn't noticed Steve's waking up. The programme on the television's gone to something small-time and relatively uninteresting, given the hour. But he moves very, very carefully to get Steve to lie on his side on the sofa while he creeps to the kitchen (it's separated from the living room by just a counter).

Logan fills a glass with water and takes a banana from his fruit bowl, and with pills in his palm he makes his way back to the couch and sits on the armrest to eat the fruit before taking his medicine.

He considers Steve again, and. ] ...you're awake, aren't you?

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[ When Logan begins to move, Steve is tempted to say something but the way that he's being so careful with him stops him altogether. Besides, it doesn't help that he's far too comfortable even now to really wake up and taking on all the responsibilities that will come from that, so staying where he's at isn't that difficult.

He's a terrible liar, though, and can't fake-sleep to save his life. That's why, when Logan speaks, Steve chuckles softly even if he keeps his eyes closed for a moment before he opens them just enough to peer over at him. ]

It depends on why you're asking.

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Mostly because [ there's a chomp on his banana, and Logan swallows the mouthful before speaking again ] you could've saved me the trouble of moving you so carefully.

[ Although clearly Logan doesn't mind. Even in the dim light there's a hint of a smile on his face, visible more in the way the corners of his eyes crinkle than in the curve of his mouth. He eats two more mouthfuls before finally popping the medicine in and washing it down with water.

He holds the bitten banana Steve's way, trying not to think too hard about how cute Steve looks like this, all close to sleep and gorgeous lashes and eyes soft as hell. ] You want some?

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And miss out on you helping me lay down? Not a chance.

[ Steve opens his eyes, although they still feel a little heavy with sleep. It has been too long since he had last slept properly, that it’s like his body has forgotten how to boot up right away. Generally it’s easy, considering he hardly sleeps and when he does, it’s light and more of a nap than anything else.

Being here, though, on his couch and with him... Apparently he had finally gotten comfortable. Go figure. ]

Nah, I’m good, but thank you. [ He pauses, but only for a moment. ] What if I make you pancakes, though? As a thank you, for letting me sleep on your couch.

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Yeah? [ Logan never says no to Steve's pancakes. He fears the man knows this and is using it to his advantage.

But also finishes the last of his banana and lays the peel gently on the coffee table. ] Maybe when it ain't so god damn early.

[ Logan doesn't miss the lethargy in Steve's tone, after all. Doesn't miss how tired he is. He's still seated on the armrest, but reaches down with one hand to brush away what hair's gone and fallen atop Steve's forehead. ]

Couch isn't even that good. [ He's only being honest. ] Should just sleep in my bed.

[bythedesk]

[That morning Scott found himself stealing glances at Logan. It had been a few months since their text conversation where he almost let slip his true feelings. Sadly, Logan was convinced his attentions were aimed at miss Grey. Maybe it's for the best 'though.. for now.

He quickly averts his gaze, hoping the other didn't notice his stare. The last thing he needed was his most skilled journalist finding out he's the target of his boss' secret affection.]

What am I doing..? Focus, Summers.

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[ What is he doing.

Logan hadn't noticed him, but Jean certainly did, a smile on her mouth as she nudged him and whispered a short 'I think Scott wants to talk to you'. Logan only raised a brow in return, but with Jean cocking her head in the direction of where Scott currently stood next to the cooler, Logan found it difficult to tell her "no".

So he shut the folder he was holding closed, walking over to him and grabbing one of the paper cups atop the cooler himself.

As he filled the cup, he asked, ] What is it?

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[Scott cleared his throat, giving Logan a totally-not-nervous smile and tried his best to act cool and casual.

The version of cool and casual that you can do while standing next to a cooler, ogling at your employee.]

I was just wondering.. Have you had lunch yet?

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[ That... what?

Logan even said it out loud: ] What?

[ He was bewildered, and it showed in the slightly confused edge to his expression before he smoothed it out with a frown. ]

...no. Why? You need me to cover for someone?

[bythedesk]

[Scott smiled a rather sheepish smile at the other's confused expression. How would he say this without sounding like a creep?]

Uh no. We're good here... I was thinking if you'd want to join me for lunch. There's this really decent place across the street. Sandwiches and stuff.

[Smooth, Summers. Real smooth.]

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Sandwiches and... stuff. [ Yet again, it wasn't the answer he was expecting. Logan looked behind him again, just in case Scott was speaking to someone he couldn't see, and then looked back at him with furrowed brows. ]

...you want to have lunch with me. [ Repeating it didn't make it sound any less bizarre. ] Seriously?

[ From a logical point of view, however, Logan would be stupid to pass up any opportunity to save money.

Which, of course, prompted him to ask: ] You paying?