[ Logan's about to open his mouth and say something incriminating, something like it's comfortable, but it's hard to fit both of us on it, but Steve beats him to the chase. Has him smiling instead in turn, unable to deny how cute it is the guy wants to come under his covers. ] Of course you wouldn't. [ He thinks, at some point, he's going to have to really define what it is they're doing. To ask Steve if this is real now. They've slept together, for Christ's sake-- in both the innocent and not-so innocent versions of the phrase-- and that's got to mean something, right?
But for now. For now, all Logan does is slip off the arm rest and pick the peel from the table with one hand, the other sliding along Steve's arm to take his wrist and tug. ]
Up and attem, hotshot. [ Then, quite firmly, he adds, ] I'm not carrying you.
[ It’s so easy with him. It’s so easy to be himself, to not force a smile and just be. He doesn’t say it a lot, but he’ll forever be thankful for the fact that Logan was assigned to him. That he was able to meet him - that they can do this.
A warm smile crosses his lips when he takes his hand, and he chuckles at what he says. ]
Well that’s disappointing. Here I was expecting a full ride to your room.
[ It’s obviously a joke, but Steve can’t help but say it. Letting go of the pillow he was holding, he pushes off the couch with his free arm so he can sit up before swinging his legs over so he can stand. Since his leg hasn’t really moved in hours, his knee feels a little unstable at first, and he knows it’ll be impossible to hide the limp as they start walking but...it’s just a testament that he feels close to Logan, that he didn’t try to mask it or push to stay on the couch. He’s letting him see this side of him, too - the side that he has gotten used to hiding from everyone so no one can see how bad his leg really had been injured in that attack.
He just hopes he didn’t ruin the moment by pulling back that ‘curtain,’ though. ]
...sorry. [ He smirks slightly, wry. ] See, this is why I don’t let myself sleep. Stops me from moving too long.
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But for now. For now, all Logan does is slip off the arm rest and pick the peel from the table with one hand, the other sliding along Steve's arm to take his wrist and tug. ]
Up and attem, hotshot. [ Then, quite firmly, he adds, ] I'm not carrying you.
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A warm smile crosses his lips when he takes his hand, and he chuckles at what he says. ]
Well that’s disappointing. Here I was expecting a full ride to your room.
[ It’s obviously a joke, but Steve can’t help but say it. Letting go of the pillow he was holding, he pushes off the couch with his free arm so he can sit up before swinging his legs over so he can stand. Since his leg hasn’t really moved in hours, his knee feels a little unstable at first, and he knows it’ll be impossible to hide the limp as they start walking but...it’s just a testament that he feels close to Logan, that he didn’t try to mask it or push to stay on the couch. He’s letting him see this side of him, too - the side that he has gotten used to hiding from everyone so no one can see how bad his leg really had been injured in that attack.
He just hopes he didn’t ruin the moment by pulling back that ‘curtain,’ though. ]
...sorry. [ He smirks slightly, wry. ] See, this is why I don’t let myself sleep. Stops me from moving too long.