Summary: Virgil is cold. Logan is warm. That’s basically it.
Warnings: I don’t believe there is any. Let me know otherwise.
Characters: Logan, Virgil, brief Roman mention.
Giant/tiny universe!! Cuz I love it 🙃
As Logan exited the bathroom, he stepped over to the desk and turned on the lamp behind Virgil, then went to shut off the overhead lights. Virgil crawled into the small bed that Roman had made him a while back.
“Goodnight, Virgil.” Logan said, putting his glasses by the lamp and crawling into bed.
“Night, Logan.” He shuffled his covers, pulling them as close as he could to get warmer. He lay, shivering in merely his underpants since he’d found slightly more difficult to sleep comfortably in much else.
He sat up slowly, holding the covers tight. Logan lay on his back, watching his phone. He always took ten minutes to update anything he needed before rolling over to sleep. Virgil looked down. He must be so warm in such in a large bed. But if he were to join, he’d get lost under the covers. That was the biggest worry, seeing as Logan moved very little in his sleep.
Which... could potentially serve a purpose. Virgil took in a deep breath and tossed his blankets off. He made his way over to the bed and hopped on. Logan turned to face him and he felt movement on his arm.
“Virge,” he watched as the borrower crossed his chest and lifted the collar of his shirt. “What are you-“ Virgil slid himself inside, resting on Logans bare chest and using his shirt as a blanket. He was right; Logan was very warm. It went silent for a moment. “Comfortable?” Virgil could hear the grin in Logan’s voice. He ducked his head a bit further.
“Mm hmm.” Logan scoffed slightly and turned off his phone, putting it away for the night.
“Goodnight then, Virgil.”
