please take me anywhere but home

however, being a brat to logan has no effect on him at all. he’s got inexplicable amounts of love for you, beyond understanding. he wouldn’t be able to take your brattiness to heart. 

“got us some tea,” he places both mugs on his nightstand before slipping under the duvet. “your favourite.”

he notices the cute scowl on your face when he bows over your head to kiss your forehead. you have a tendency for dramatics when you just woke up from a nap. “what’s wrong, baby?”

you turn your face toward logan, the little dip in your forehead, the corners of your mouth slightly turned down. he knows exactly that a little softness and sweetness can turn your frown upside down.

“why did you leave me alone?” you grumble out while pressing your face into his side, the fresh laundry-smell wafting off of his hoodie and filling your nostrils. “don’t like it when you leave.”

your soft face glued to him makes logan melt. “d’awhh,” he laughs, soothingly carding his fingers through your hair. “i’m sorry, my baby. didn’t mean to upset you.”

“i mean— do you even love me?”

logan freezes. “oh honey, don’t say those things,” he says, pulling your body in his hold as he readjusts the duvet over your bodies. “don’t break my heart.”

you cast your eyes down. partly out of embarrassment, partly because you get jittery with logan so close to you. “you know i love you, baby.” logan says softly.

he kisses your lips once. he waits patiently until you're able to look at him, cheek resting in the column of his neck as you make yourself comfortable in his warm embrace.

“now, will you drink your tea with me?”

you do. you two end up watching your tv series in bed with burning fingertips. you lean against logan’s bicep as you sip your hot drink, sleep ready to take you under again.