Powerless

39. Breaking The Ice (Logan)

I followed Caz all the way back to his dorm in silence. He was quiet... that was an understatement. He was more or less mute. I could understand why. His note said he had mental strain. Being forced to lie whenever you spoke must be very troublesome. I stood the patently as he unlocked his door. I could see his hand shaking as he turned the key and I frowned. I watched as he slowly made his way inside. 

"Well uh... make yourself at home I guess..." Caz whispered as I finally followed him inside. I've never actually been in his dorm before. He lived in one of the few apartment based dorms. I looked around in awe at everything and smiled. He must be loaded if he can afford this. Not many can. That would also explain how a 'powerless' student could afford to keep attending a prestigious university. Even though now we know he never was powerless. He was so strong... he snapped. "Logan?"

"Oh! Sorry." I quickly set my things down and sat down beside him on the couch. He was fidgeting with his hands and I frowned. He had his gloves on and was wearing all these stuffy clothes. It had to be hot. It's like 80 degrees. "Hey, Caz..." He looked up at me and I smiled sadly. "You don't have to cover up like that. Aren't you hot..."

"No." He called quickly cutting me off and I frowned. I took his hands in mine and felt him tense up as I started to take his gloves off. "What are you doing, Logan?"

"Helping." I pulled his gloves off and set them on the end table. I pulled my feet up and sat crisscross looking up at him as he just stared at his hands. I didn't see him. I was way in the back when it happened. I never got to see what they did. But what I say now was a man in pain. "I'm going to help you, Caz. We're friends." He looked over at me with this shock in his eyes and I smiled sadly. "So you can relax. Trust in me..."

"I don't trust you..." He got this look of pure guilt the moment those words past his lips but I was happy. Because I knew it was a lie. In knowing that, I knew what he meant. He did trust me. And that's a start. I took his hand again and he looked over at me with tears in his eyes. "Logan... I meant... I..." 

"I knew what you meant. And I'm glad." He smiled sadly and looked around. "Why don't we do some magic, huh?" He narrowed his eyes and I smiled. "Practicing new things helps me to focus... relax." He seemed to be thinking it over until he sighed and stood up stretching. I watched him confused as he walked off towards his bedroom. I sat there waiting feeling more than a bit awkward until I heard his door open again. My breath caught in my throat as he stepped out of the room. He had on this black muscle shirt and dark grey shorts that did not hide the muscles he had. He shot me this confused look and laughed awkwardly. "You changed?"

"I was cold." I nodded as he sat down cross-legged on the floor and I frowned. He patted the floor and I sighed getting up to sit in front of him. "I actually have practiced magic before, my powers on the other hand..." He narrowed his eyes and I sat patiently for him to continue. I didn't want to push him he had to feel comfortable with me either I wouldn't be able to help him. "Can we just start or..."

"Well, what is your discipline?" He pointed at me and I narrowed my eyes narrowed in confusion. "Me? What... I asked about you disipl..." He pointed at me again causing my eyes to go wide. "Wait... You have the same discipline as me?"

"No..." He let his hand dropped, smiling slightly since I caught onto what he was doing. I just laughed running a hand through my hair.

"Not many people have that discipline. I'm actually glad you do. At least this way... we have something in common?" I smiled as he just looked away a slight blush dusting his cheeks and I laughed again. "Well ok then... Let's start with the basics." He nodded and I smiled again.

"Tell me what to do..."