(A/N:) Human AU. Comments are appreciated :) Enjoy.
Third Person P.O.V:
Logan knew that he was being irrational. He knew it plain and simple. This was just a minor inconvenience, nothing that should've bothered him for more than a fraction of a second before he was able to push through it. By now his breathing should have regulated and he would normally be going back to sleep with little error. But right now, things felt so different than they ever had ... so illogical.
Logan had just had a nightmare, and he felt as if he was going mad.
The Physics major sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes darting suspiciously around his bedroom as if every shadow was somehow watching him. His chest heaved with breaths that were more and more difficult to carry out than the last. He could hardly catch his breath at all. His heart pounded tremendously fast as he gripped at the sheets of his bed, trying in turn to get a grip on his sanity. A sheen layer of sweat coated his paled skin and, though he knew it was just about the most unreasonable thing that he could think of, tears pricked at his eyes.
It was just a dream, a figment of the imagination. There's no need to be so irrationally upset. And though he knew that his thoughts were true and that there was nothing to fear, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his flushed face as his chest rose and fell with struggled breathing, sobs bubbling in his throat. He couldn't have been more humiliated with himself. Logan never cried; what reason was there too? It was illogical to allow himself to feed into these emotions, emotions he didn't even hardly understand himself. But, surely, he would calm down any moment now. The tears would cease, his heart rate would return to normal and he would calm down and get back to sleep.
Except he couldn't calm down, and he didn't understand it. Logan was an exceptionally intelligent guy, he knew that the dream had no consequence in real life and nothing terrible was actually going to become of him. Hell, now that he really thought about it, he couldn't even recall what the dream had been about! And even with that being so, he trembled and heaved and tried to catch his breath, his panic holding him in a death grip before suddenly the door flew open and light from the hallway streamed into the room. A shudder ran down Logan's spine as he decided that maybe there was a consequence after all and he would surely perish. That was before he realized that his "monster" was merely his roommate and best friend, Virgil.
Virgil stood in the doorframe, a glint of terror in his eyes. His purple fringed hair was tousled, assumable from sleep, and his under-eyes for once were void of their usual dark makeup. He looked rather exquisite this way. He was wearing a pair of black pajama bottoms with a pattern of storm clouds covering them and he was clad in the usual sweatshirt he always wore and sometimes slept in. Even more horror set in as he realized that his night terrors had woken Virgil up. He was positively mortified. God damn it, this wasn't how you were supposed to behave around someone who you .... who he stupidly had romantic feelings for. Logan loathed it, but he'd fallen hard for that damn emo and now he couldn't stop crying. Just great.
"Logan!" Virgil shouted in dismay, flicking on the lights and rushing to his side, taking grip of one of his arms and realizing how much he was shaking. "Logan, look at me! What's the matter? What happened?" Logan desperately tried to speak, to express that he was absolutely fine and that there was no need to worry and he was sorry for waking him, but no words came out. His body was raked with another round of sobs as he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing to be very, very small in the moment and disappear. He could sense Virgil's tenseness and confusion and loathed that he didn't know how to tell him what had happened. He knew how anxious the poor boy got and this certainly couldn't help anything.
"Lo, hey, hey, it's alright," Virgil tried to smooth over his voice, to sound calm on Logan's behalf but it was incredibly difficult, and his heart was beating fast, "Did you ... have a dream?" He asked slowly, trying to figure out what the situation was. Logan willed himself to nod, finally giving a somewhat coherent answer, though a choked sob was quick to follow. Virgil had to be strong, he reminded himself. This was Logan after all, and he was hurting. Virgil had never seen Logan cry, not even once in the long time they had known each other so he was more than a little shell-shocked, but no matter, he needed him, and he was going to be there for him. After all, Virgil had more than a little experience with these kinds of things. "Okay," he said, his arms hovering in the air for a moment before he continued, "It looks like it was a bad one. Can ... can I touch you?"
