Getting things back to the way they were was an awkward journey to say the least. For now both men lived on school grounds, sharing Logan's room. The first few days were ok, save for Logan often waking to Victor staring at him from the couch as if he wanted something.
After those first four nights Logan awoke to his brother lying next to him in the bed with his arms wrapped about him.
"What are you doing?" he looked to the man.
"Sleeping, you?"
"This is a full sized bed," Logan sighed, moving to the side some, "It's meant for one person."
"Mmmhm," the older mutant yawned.
Logan just looked to him and relaxed, "How old am I?"
"A hundred," he paused to think on the year, "thirty-five, I think."
"I would have guessed 39. What do you mean 'you think'?"
"When you can't die time becomes irrelevant. It all passes the same, whether it's an hour or a year," he nestled close to him.
"Makes sense," he eased into his brother's hold and slowly drifted back to sleep.
X
"You know," Logan stared to the ceiling, "I'm sensing a pattern here."
He had opted to sleep on the couch so Victor could have the bed. Surprise, Victor was now hugging him on the couch which was far more cramped than the bed.
"I'm trying to figure out where you want to sleep here. As you can see there aren't many choices. So do you want the couch or the bed?"
Victor tilted his head in confusion, "Wherever you are."
The younger nodded, "Then we should get on the bed, at least there we would be more comfortable."
X
Things really took a peculiar turn for trying one particular Friday morning.
"Are you done in there? I have to take a shower before class," Logan knocked on the door, clothes in hand, "Come on, I know you have nothing to do but shadow me all day, but I have to work."
"Come on in, it's not like you haven't seen what I have to offer a hundred times this week alone."
Logan scoffed and opened the door to see his brother enjoying a bubble bath, "Why are you playing about?"
"Because I enjoy it and I was here first," he gave a smug smirk to him and stretched out.
"I have a class soon and since I live here I have no excuse to be tardy. I need to shower." The younger rolled his eyes and set his clothes down, picking up one of his brother's items, "What's this?"
"A diaper cover. It's to keep it from leaking, and looks nice."
He inspected the cookie covered item, "Kinda cutesie. Regardless, I need to shower."
"It was on sale and feel free to hop in."
Logan looked to him with a raised brow. Victor smiled and pulled his knees to his chest, offering him a spot in the tub, "Were you always this weird or is this something new?"
"You're the one who will be late," he shrugged.
He had a point. Needless to say, Logan climbed in with him. The tub probably wasn't meant for two men their size, and it was a tight squeeze, but they managed.
"Was that so bad?" Vic teased him.
"I'm deciding," he took to scrubbing himself. Victor took that as an invitation and pushed a huge wave of water onto him, "Hey, no splashing," he splashed back.
"Take your own advice," he splashed.
And the water fight was on, with them splashing the other and getting each other soaking wet.
It ended with both of them laughing heartily. The smell of spearmint filled the bathroom, along with thick steam and bubbles. It was all so familiar.
"We use to bath together?" Logan asked, drying his hair, "You like that scent. Spearmint. And love bubbles."
"You like bubbles too," Victor dried himself.
"Yeah," he smiled, "I do." The smile disappeared when he felt himself being pushed down, "Now what are you doing?"
"Helping you dress," his brother forced him onto the bath rug, "Want to try the cover?"
Logan gave a skeptical gaze, "Will it look like I'm wearing a diaper?"
"Did it look like I was wearing one?" the elder scoffed and inserted the pads into the first pocket, lifted his brother's leg and slid it under, pouring some powder on him and closing it before putting the cover over and snapping it all nice and snug, "There. Feel good?"
The man rubbed the soft cotton, "Feels real good. Been a long time since I wore cloth. Always had to use the pins. Never knew about these."
"Keep up with the times, Jimmy," he smirked, "But I still prefer pins myself."
"Thank you. Do you want me to do yours?" he pulled his shirt on, looking back to the man.
Vic shrugged, "Sure."
"On your back."
X
One of the biggest dilemmas was the fact that, due to the professor's suggestion, while Victor was on probation he had to be with Logan in the school. Which meant he was just sitting in the class as his brother taught.
Victor tapped at the counter he sat on, then the window, then both. He was so dreadfully bored and nothing good came from him being bored.
"What's your problem?" Logan turned to him, "Stop making noise. If you're so bored you can do class work." he tossed a book and paper at him.
"Do I look like a student to you?" he pushed the book away.
"You look bored, that will give you something to do. But if you want to just sit there fine. But stop tapping."
"Why?"