Sanders Sides One-Shots

Remy -- Tired

(TW: Dreams within dreams, cursing)

   "Have you been sleeping at all?"
   Remy stopped. Turned around, took off his sunglasses, and looked Logan in the eyes. His eyes were brown and had blue galaxies shimmering in them, powerful with emotions he refused to feel. Remy knew his own were flat and gold. Dull as his nonexistent dreams.
   "Fuck off."
   Logan stepped back, stiffened at the flatly delivered attack. No emotion, no hope. A monotone command from one of the most flamboyant people he knew.
   "No. No, Remy-" his voice broke, and this time, he stepped forward- "I will not just 'fuck off' when one of my friends- when you- are hurting. So sit the hell down."
   Remy scoffed. He scoffed, and Logan's blood boiled. Red anger burned in his stomach, but Remy sat down, so he contained it. He took a seat across from him, watching. Just watching.
   "What do you want me to say? Or do? Or- whatever?"
   Remy turned his sunglasses over and over absent-mindedly. He still spoke flat, and his tired gold eyes stayed completely zoned out. Logan pursed his lips. He grabbed Remy's hand, and pulled it towards him.
   "Wha-?"
   "Why can't you sleep?"
   Can't. Can't, not won't. Remy gaped for a moment, then clenched his jaw and turned away. It didn't matter. It didn't matter that Logan's hand burned against his, warm and safe and perfect. It didn't matter that his galaxy eyes danced with compassion. It didn't matter that he noticed it was a can't, not a won't. It didn't matter, because he'd wake up, and this would be a dream again.
   "I still haven't woken up, luv. If I find my way through one dream, I'm just waking into the previous one, where I fell asleep, and dreamt within a dream."
   Logan began to flicker, and the surroundings dulled. Remy caught his smile, precious and bright in the last second of dreaming, and fell backwards into another layer of soft imagination.
   I have been sleeping, Logan. For a very long time. But I will wake up, every time, to find you.
   Remy felt the sun on his face, blinking tears from his eyes. He would not sleep. Again, and again, until he finally escaped his dreamings, he would wake. Logan was waiting.
   "Remy? You're going to be late!"
    For now, the dreams would have to suffice.
   "Coming, Lo! Just gotta dress!"