okay okay okay for the prompts, how about queerplatonic losleep with Remy stealing Logan's clothes?
Losleep - Clothes
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Logan sighed as he looked through his ties for what must have been the fifth time. Just like the last four times, his favourite tie was not there. It certainly wasn't anywhere else, so where on earth was it?
Logan turned around, walking over to the door and leaning out of it.
"Remy, have you seen my favourite tie?"
After waiting a moment, he received an answer.
"Yup."
Logan paused, awaiting elaboration that did not come. He let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Are you going to tell me?"
"Nope."
Logan sighed again, but he was really not that surprised.
He went through the door, walking down the hallway and towards the living room, where it had sounded like Remy was. He entered the room and saw from behind that Remy was sat on the couch.
Logan walked around the couch and, as he began to say something, he cut himself off when he realised that Remy was wearing his favourite tie loosely around his neck.
He stared at him for a few seconds, and Remy took a sip of his coffee, a smug look on his face.
"Do you need something, babe?"
"You're wearing my tie."
Remy took another slow sip of his coffee.
"Yup."
Logan sighed. "And why, exactly, are you wearing my tie?"
"'Cos I can."
Logan paused, waiting for him to elaborate, but Remy did not.
"May I have it back?"
Remy paused for a moment, before he shrugged and put his coffee down on the coffee table. Then, he reached up towards his neck and undid the tie. He then handed it to Logan.
"Thank you," Logan said. "May I ask why you feel the need to steal my clothes?"
Remy stared at him for a moment, before an amused grin appeared on his face.
"Babe, are you serious, right now?"
"I am always serious," Logan said seriously, lifting the tie in his hand. "Clearly, I have a necktie."
Remy leant forward. "Babe," he said. "You're literally wearing my jacket."
Logan blinked, surprised, and looked down at himself, suddenly remembering that he was, in fact, wearing Remy's jacket. His face warmed.
"Oh. Right."
Remy laughed.
"God, I love you."









