Autistic (Logan x Oscar aka Loscar!!,)

Logan's Meltdown

Oscar's pov

After we all had packed we went out to explore the city, it was really beautiful in Italy and I always enjoy going out. Logan on the other hand didn't so it took a little convincing until he gave in. We were walking around looking at places and Logan seemed to be enjoying it which is good. The street was quiet and everything wasn't overwhelming which is perfect for Logan. "Loges come on." I say gently grabbing his hand and lightly pulling him along. Logan had his other hand fiddling with a ring on my finger as he is lightly dragged along. We reach the hotel after the walk and we head to our separate hotel room.

Logan's pov

The new smell of the hotel is too much, the loud noises from traffic and other people too much. Everything seems to be overwhelming, the shirt I wear isn't comfortable anymore. Tears pool into my eyes and I scratch my arm repeatedly. Everything is buzzing and the lights are too bright. Squeezing my eyes tight I continue to scratch my arms as my breathing is uneven. Sobs escape my body as everything is too much. There is no escape, no quiet space and no one to ground me. Screaming into my pillow the tears keep falling as the shirt cringes against my body. Rocking back and forth I continue scratching. It's all too much, it's all too much. I hear a faint click as the door is opened.

Oscars pov again 

I see him on the bed scratching his arms, tears streaming down his face and he is rocking back and forth . An answer clicks in my head as I shut the door and turn off the lights. I carefully approach him pulling him onto my lap. He sobs into my shoulders as he holds his hand on his ears. "It's alright Logs, it's alright." I say rocking gently. We sit in silence as I continue to rock him to smoothen his melt down. "You want to talk about it?" I ask gently. "It was all too much, everything." Logan answers his hands now shifting his shirt. "Why not we go to my hotel room, you can borrow a shirt from mine?" I suggest seeing his body cringing against his shirt. Logan nods as he wipes his remaining tears and stands up. We make it to my hotel room where I give him one of my shirts that I know is the texture he likes. He changes into it and immediately his body relaxes. "Come on let's sleep we have a busy day ahead." I say as he snuggles into my side. Soon enough quiet snores fill the room and with one last kiss on the forehead I fall asleep with him in my arms.