Logan Howlett

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. If there was one thing you were grateful for at the moment, it was Charles not being awake to scold you for your mental profanities.

Pacing around your room, too terrified to go back to sleep was not how you planned on spending tonight. Fuck nightmares.

You eventually caved and left your room, heading swiftly—yet quietly—to Logan's room. Three quick knocks on his door that you instantly regrated, and an exhausted looking Logan emerged. A hoodie bearing the school's emblem was half zipped and hanging loosely from his figure.

"Somethin' wrong, bub?"

Logan: Vik.. everything will be okay.. just calm down.. Logan said with a neutral expression while he caresses Vik's head*. Vik: Do you promise?