(A/N:) Analogical human AU with very mild angst. Mostly fluff. Enjoy, and let me know if you have any ideas for future oneshots. I'd love to hear them.
Third Person P.O.V:
The sound of Logan's phone ringing echoed through the apartment as he rushed to retrieve it, the clock now read 1:00 a.m. The book he had been reading beforehand was shut almost carelessly, the bookmark practically falling out. Normally Logan wouldn't be so thoughtless with his belongings, but it was the time of night that lead to his gage of the situation. There was only one person who was known to call him at such a late time, and they were of top priority. Logan let out a sigh, before picking up the phone and pressing talk.
"Salutations, Virgil. Is everything alright?" He tried to sound calm and composed, prepared for anything and everything, but that was his front and one that Virgil could see through like saran wrap. Too many times had they been in this situation where Virgil was having a panic attack, calling Logan up at one or two in the morning. They'd danced this dance before; it was nothing new.
Through their time as friends as well as their romantic relationship, Logan had learned a great many things about his partner as well as his abilities to assist in emotional issues. In the little over a year, they'd been dating Logan had grown a substation amount in his ability to handling more touchy-feely issues that had previously been daunting to him. In all fairness, they still were daunting, but regardless, he had gotten better. They both had. Virgil himself had learned to come to his boyfriend when he was in a state of disarray, which had with time helped smooth over uncertainty between them and helped to solidify the comfort that their partnership brought out.
With this being so, that didn't mean that a late-night call didn't still frighten Logan greatly. Because if Virgil was trying to contact him at this time, 9 times out of 10 it meant something was wrong.
"Hey Lo. Everything's...pretty okay," Virgil said, his voice thick with apprehension easily detectable to his studious boyfriend.
"Pretty okay?" Logan queried, "That's not a very clear answer, and it seems as though you're dodging the issue if there is one. Please, you sound slightly agitated, dear, and I'd like you to tell me if there's something troubling you. It's late, after all? Did you have a nightmare? Or perhaps you couldn't sleep at all? Are you –?" Logan didn't intend to, but his mind was already reeling with possible scenarios, his words trying to catch up with frazzled thoughts.
"Whoa, alright, dude," Virgil interrupted hastily, "I'm supposed to be the anxious one right now. Not you." Logan sighed, combing through his hair with his free hand and sitting down on his bed.
"My apologies. I get ... concerned for your well-being," Logan expressed, fiddling with the tie he for whatever reason still had on at this time of night – a nervous tick of his.
"Yeah, I know you do."
"Right. At any rate, you say you're currently feeling anxious. Can you explain why that is?" There was a sigh on the other end followed by an uncomfortable stretch of silence. "Virgil? Dear?" Logan asked, confusion very present in my tone when he did not get a response.
"I love you," Virgil blathered suddenly, speaking quickly. Logan paused a moment, eyebrow quirked, though Virgil could not see.
"Well...the feeling is very much reciprocated. Of course, I know you love me, Virgil, and you know I love you too, I presume. I tell you at least once daily, usually more than that if I can help it. This isn't new information? I don't understand how this relates to your current anxiety." Logan heard a long sigh on the other end, one that immediately concerned him. He could hear the fear Virgil was harboring by a simple exhale. Sometimes knowing Virgil as well as he did scared him.
