Logan walks over to Nathan's bed and slaps his brother's knee. "Nathan, stop whimpering and go to sleep."
"Sorry," Nate mumbles as he wipes his eyes. "I can't help it."
"I know you're tired of us all asking, but… Do you need something?"
He sighs. "No, Logan. I don't need anything. Go back to bed. I'll try to go to sleep."
Instead of leaving, Logan plops down on the bed. "Remember when I pushed you off the porch and you broke your arm?"
Nathan rolls his eyes just like his father and shakes his head. "You didn't push me off. You started to fall, and I tried to catch you."
Logan waves his arms in the air. "Exactly! You tried to catch me even though you knew I was going to pull you down with me. You know why you did that?"
"Because I'm an idiot?" Nathan guesses.
"No. Because you're a good person. You're a good person, Nathan. So, stop blaming yourself for what happened. It's not your fault." "Who said I was blaming myself?" Nathan asks.
"I'm your brother. I know when you're blaming yourself for something." He lies down beside his brother like he always used to when he wanted to get or provide comfort. "You didn't do anything wrong. So, stop acting like you did."
Nathan hugs him. "Thanks, Logan."
They lie there for a while before Logan speaks up again.
"Oh, by the way. Lycea called."
Nathan pulls away so he can look into his brother's eyes. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Wow, dude. Whatever you did had to be extremely horrible if it made you think that she never wanted to see you again."
"I threw up everywhere. Repeatedly." Nathan cringes at the confession.
Logan rolls his eyes. "You're an idiot. Nate. Dude. Brother-o-mine. If she could overlook the fact that you're a werewolf, I think she could get past the fact that you puked on her bunny slippers."
Nathan smiles. It's not a smile that goes all the way to his eyes, but it's a soft smile all the same. And, that's a start.