Logan finally got out of bed, ignoring the fact that he's been laying in there for hours of sleepless sessions where he'd just watch the ceiling and think.
He brushed his teeth in the bathroom and does his hair how he usually would, examining his face a bit before leaving the bathroom and switching off the light.
After breakfast, Logan sat at his desk, laying his forearms and chest on it, eyes wondering around in thought, his mind too far gone and work forgotten.
There seemed to be a heavy amount of white noise filling the mindscape and he's surprised he hasn't noticed that this was an off-day for him.
He's had these days before where everything he did felt like he wasn't controlling it, like he was a robot being controlled to do his everyday things so he could try and get through without having something to remind him of his loneliness.
He heard a knocking from his door and sat up, feeling the years in his face drip off and into the desk. He walked over and opened the door to find virgil, who, after a moment, offered a small smile and hugged Logan.
Logan hugged him back.
The rest of the day was just the two of them in Logan's bed, playing with each others hair and simply enjoying existence and the feeling of their skin.
