“No.”
It’s earnest truth ripped clean from layers of scar tissue and broken armor. Logan doesn’t peel his eyes away from the glass box just yet, brows furrowed in thought. A hand rests at his boy’s nape, stroking the soft hairs there idly. His voice is scarcely more than a hoarse whisper as he stands there drawing in a strained breath.
“Are you?”
Now there is something softer to his quiet voice, a hint of the man beneath. Looking away from the glass, his eyes linger upon still healing bruises and follow the curve of David’s cheek to meet those soft brown eyes. Leaning forward, he merely presses his forehead close, lets their noses brush, and then once more returns his attention to the small glass box.
“What does it do?”
At his admission, David sighs, leaning into the touch his master gives all the while his eyes search the face as it stared intently at his little contraption. It worried him to see Logan like this. Withdrawn, even slightly from him. But he wouldn't pester. That wasn't his job until Logan gave that up willingly. Moving to stand behind him, he pressed lips into the crook of Logan's neck and hummed, looking at the design as well. It's a little machine that sends out small pulses. Relaxing vibrations in a small space. It's to help you relax after work." He explained as warm hands ran over Logan's sides. "Something to ease your stress." He added, glancing at Logan with a serious gaze. "Because lord knows you worry just a little too much. But..." His next words are careful and quiet as he speaks them against the skin of his guards neck. "I love you for that."










