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Chapter 2
The whole day had been strange. After having been dragged back to Logan's room, he'd been ordered to go back to sleep while Logan sat on a chair, watching him. Though Gambit kept wondering what Logan wanted from him, he couldn't fight back the sleep the heat brought him. He'd missed these comforts for so long.
Now and then, a nock would sound at the door. Most times they would be sent away through a growl, other times it would be Hank or Storm and they'd be allowed in for a few minutes, bringing him a meal, or wanting to apologise about things. Gambit didn't really understand. Out of everyone at the mansion, they were the two who didn't need to apologise. Wolverine and the Professor didn't count. They hadn't been there.
"Alright kid, how bout you get a hot bath? I'll go get your stuff from my boathouse." Logan had barely talked all day after the fight that morning. His voice was still rough, like always, but calmer, lighter. Gambit nodded as he moved to the adjoining bathroom. Hearing Logan leave, he sighed. He was sure he'd heard pity in the voice.
He took advantage of the warm bath. Back in the boathouse there was a bath, but he needed to get the water by pail from the lake. He knew he could never take little comforts like this for granted. There was no way to know how long Logan would put up with him.
A knock came from the door. "Whenever you're done, kid. I need to take a shower."
Gambit hurried to clean and get out. Anything to be allowed to stay within the heat of the mansion. Putting his boxer back over his wet body, he walked out. "Der you go homme. It's all yours." He hurried to say, stepping out of the way.
Logan frowned and Gambit worried even more. He watched as Logan walked in the bathroom and tossed a towel back. "You could've dried yourself off first." There was a light tone to the voice that made Gambit relax a little.
Drying himself, Gambit got back into the bed. He heard the sound of a shower and fifteen minutes later, Logan came out. Gambit looked at him, hair dishevelled and chest still wet. Logan walked closer to the bed, clad in only boxers.
As he climbed into bed, Gambit resigned to his fate. "Alright, homme, how do you want it?"
Logan cocked an eyebrow as he got under the covers. "What, you offering to read me a bed time story? Tuck me in?"
They stared at one another for a few seconds before Logan shook his head and turned over, facing the wall. "Night, kid."
Gambit stayed crisp for a few more minutes until Logan's breathing evened out. Gambit didn't understand. He was sharing a bed and the other occupant wasn't asking for sex. Tings are just gettin' weirder, Gambit thought as he himself fell asleep.
A scream woke him up later. It took a moment for Gambit to register what was going on. More growls resounded along with other death-like screams. Logan was having a nightmare, a big one by the looks of things.
"Wake-up, homme. It's just a dream, wake-up." Gambit was getting worried. The nightmare seemed to be getting worst by the sounds Logan was making. He put his hands on Logan's arm to try and shake him awake. The moment his skin touched skin, Logan seemed to start relaxing. Gambit wasn't reassured, though. Shaking his arm lightly, Logan let out a small growl and rolled over Gambit, all stress gone.
Gambit let a tear escape his eye. He'd missed human comfort for so long. Even though he knew Logan didn't really mean it, it felt so comfortable. He felt safe and cherished. Rubbing his head lightly in the crease of Logan's neck, Gambit fell back asleep.