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"M'kay." He continued with the Apple, taking Bite, sometimes two and then handing it back to Bobby as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if he had always shared his things with Bobby. No. He could never give Bobby up. No matter what happened to him. "You wanna stay here? I'll go get us a mattress, blankets, pillows, we can sleep here." Again, he rubbed his fingers against Bobby's hand. "Sound good?"

After a long silence, Bobby moved. He wound up in Shawn's lap, curled up there, head tucked under Shawn's chin. "Here," he agreed. And then, softer, "Here," taking Shawn's hand and pressing it against his chest.

There was the click of a door and Bobby jerked back, eyes wide, to see that Logan had left them alone.

Slowly he relaxed again. "Dad is gone now."

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"Share it with me." Shawn countered, gingerly rubbing his fingers against Bobby's palm. Just skin contact, all he wanted was Bobby to be close again. No.. That wasn't all he wanted, but for now? The comfort would be nice. Taking the apple back out, he took a bite, then offered it back to Bobby. Could he be fixed? How did one fix Psychological damage with a needle? It was Sherlock Holmes, the bastard did anything and everything. "Wanna head to bed, next? You can pick the room."

Bobby watched Shawn's fingers like they were a mystery he almost could break through and understand. When the apple was offered, he took a careful bite before holding it back out to Shawn. He knew how to do that. He knew how to give Shawn what he wanted there.

"Bed," he agreed after a minute. But then he frowned, looking upwards. He shook his head and shrank back. "Too loud."

It...wasn't the right word. But he couldn't think of the right ones, of how to say it. Logan was looking upwards too, though, nostrils flaring. "Yeah, kid," he muttered. "I know what you mean." And then, softer, to Shawn, "He can smell Buggers."

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"Don't have much option." Shawn sighed, stepping back and letting Logan take control of the matter before he mirrored the man's movements. Jesus. He get's Bobby back, yes, but this... was a pet. An animal. And he hated himself for thinking that, but could he stay with Bobby while he was like this? Would he always be like this? After pocketing the apple, Shawn lowered himself until he was sitting on the floor, sitting back and leaving himself exposed. He trusted Bobby. "Hey," He greeted gently.

For a long moment, nothing happened. But then Bobby's gaze flicked up to Shawn and then back down again. He moved forward a little, reaching out to lightly touch his fingers to Shawn's hand.

"Hey," Bobby echoed. Logan glanced at Shawn. At least he was talking. That was good, right?

Bobby wound up closer, watching Shawn's face. "Eat," he commanded lowly. 

Logan half smirked. "Listen to the kid. You need to eat."

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"An untreated, pathological feral mindset that may or may not go away with a different cure...." Shawn repeated. Or attempted to repeat. Holmes made it sound smarter, even if Shawn didn't entirely understand. "Basically, he's relying mostly on animal instincts and nothing else- hey." Reaching out, he took the apple and held out his hand to pull the kid out of the corner. "Hey, come on. We're gonna get you a nice warm bed to stay in, okay? We'll make you feel better."

Sighing, Logan stood, watching as Bobby shrank further back. "Don't listen to the Egghead. Not about this." Walking forward, Logan crouched in front of Bobby. Getting lower than the kid was, making sure that he curled his body inwards to present a less threatening target. "What the fuck does he know about feral instincts?"

Bobby was scared. That much was obvious. He'd gone out to gather food and gotten lost. Or he didn't like wherever the fuck they'd been keeping him.

"Let him smell you," Logan murmured to Shawn. "Don't reach out first. Gotta let him feel safe enough to come to you."

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"What do you mean you've /lost/ him?" Holmes' voice snapped, "Find him! You can't have him running around the hotel without supervision. Bring him to me when-- Yes. Of course. Shawn. Find him and bring him to me." The Detective faded and Shawn came into the room, looking annoyed like he had just been scolded by his mother for misplacing his toy. "Bobby?" He glanced at Logan, almost spoke, then noticed the glitch in the corner. "Dammit. Bobby. Don't run off like that. Scared the shit outta me."

Bobby hunched his shoulders over, curling himself around the apple. He shook his head, frowning, turning the apple over and over in his hands.

Jesus fuck. What had Holmes done to the kid?

Bobby's eyes, a deep, dark red, flicked up to Shawn. He held out the fruit to Shawn, like that was some kind of apology.

"What's wrong with him?" Logan grunted, frowning faintly.

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Of course Logan would play difficult. That was all he played. With a reserved nod, Scott decided he could use the company. Having a second pair of eyes wouldn't hurt... But... First, he wanted to talk to Holmes. About making a permanently electric fence... That would be a godsend, and if they could get a list of supply needed... Maybe Logan was right, maybe Holmes was a valuable resource. "Eat," He ordered again, before slipping out.

Sighing, Logan watched him go. Eventually he found some food; not nearly as much as he wanted, but it would do. He'd heal enough. There was always that worry about supplies, about having enough for everyone. So Logan made sure to only take what he absolutely needed.

There was a noise in the corner and Logan looked over to find Bobby half hiding behind a table. He was holding onto an apple, though he hadn't eaten any of it yet. He was just...holding on, crouched there, waiting.

"Hey, bub," Logan said quietly. Bobby jerked a little, gaze going to Logan for a second before returning to watching the doorway. He didn't speak.

Yeah. That was...weird.

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"No." The leader ground out, after having kissed Logan back with vigor he hadn't wanted to use. Dammit, he was angry at him... but for reasons that were out of Logan's control. This was Scott's fault, he couldn't blame Logan. "I love you too, but no. I need to take first shift, Logan. I can't be inside, I can't sleep. So. Please. Just listen to me for once and eat and talk to Shawn and get healed." A quiet sigh and another gentle kiss. "Please."

"I'm not leaving you alone." Logan caught another kiss, drawing this one out again. "I can't."

God, he could have lost Scott. He still might. One bite, one moment of Logan being too damn slow, and it would all be over.

"I'll eat. Then I'll come and take watch with you." It was a compromise. The only one Logan was willing to make.

Besides, he didn't want to think about Holmes right then. It'd been a mistake. Almost-memories that Logan had gotten caught up in. It wouldn't ever happen again.

"Don't argue. I'm not letting you out of my sight."

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"I'm fine, Logan." Scott swiped Logan's hand away. "On Edge. Worried about you for six fucking hours to find out you were half dead and the guy beside you was some shmuck from Crumpet town." He sighed and shook his head. "Worried about you and I lost seven kids because of it... Go talk to Shawn. No. Eat. Then go talk to him. I'm going to take first watch." A low sigh. "And second. And Third. And /maybe/ I'll be able to sleep tomorrow night..."

A quick frown, then. "Scott..."

Shit.

Logan pulled Scott in and kissed him. Hard. Not letting up, not letting him go. Just kissing the hell out of him until even he couldn't breathe anymore. "I love you." Said so quietly, into that space between them.

And then, softer, "It's not your fault. What happened. You saved their lives. You got them out."

Pulling back, Logan just nodded. "I'm eating, boss. Then I'll take watch."