It's Love, Baby!
When Warren woke next, he was lying in a bed, blankets drawn over his body, the window open, letting cool air enter the room. He looked around, and realized he was in somebody's bedroom. There was a sleeping bag on the floor, and a few pillows, but nobody was with them. Suddenly the door opened, and in walked a tall, broad man.
"Logan?" Warren asked weakly.
"Ah, Warren," Logan leaned over to look at the resting male, "I'm glad to see you're alright."
Warren looked around again, "Why am I in your room?"
"Ororo wanted you to stay with somebody, obviously you responded badly to the Institute's clinic, so I brought you here. You've been out for a few days."
"I don't remember the dream," Warren said.
"Good," Logan leaned in closer, "Good." He pressed his warm lips against Warren's for a long time. Warren ran his hands through Logan's hair. Logan pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly.
"I've missed your lips," Warren whispered quietly.
"I've missed your company," Logan said, running a finger along Warren's jaw line.
"The night of the dream, what happened, I can't remember…" Warren said. Logan got into the bed, and laid down next to Warren.
"I was in your room, asleep. You were next to me, obviously, and you were screaming in your sleep. When you saw me first, I don't think you recognized me. Later on you did though, because you calmed in my arms."
"I love your arms," Warren murmured, running a finger absently down Logan's bicep.
"I love you," Logan replied quietly, staring up at the ceiling, then turning his face to look at Warren.