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Logan wasn’t used to feeling small, so fussy didnt even begin to describe logan when he was sleepy, he was a complete grump, and the worst part? He always refused to regress!
Apparently he was ‘too old' for that ‘new age bullcrap' but Jean saw through it
She knew looking into someone’s mind was rude, and she never did it lightly—especially with Logan, whose mind was a cocktail of pain and broken memories.
But he needed this more than Anyone else she knew
"Hes fighting it again" scott grumbles lowly, so logan doesn't hear and lash out at them
"I know, scott, but you know how he is when hes sleepy" Jean presses a comforting hand on scotts shoulder Scott clenches his fists,
he wasnt angry, not really, more concerned "i know, Jean, i know, but.. Cant he see that all fighting his regression doing is just making him more grumpy?"
Jean smiles kindly "i know, sweetheart, amd he knows too, but right now he needs his daddy" Scotts irritation melted slightly at the word, Logan might not admit it—or even understand it—but right now, he wasn’t the indestructible Wolverine. He was the small, scared boy hiding behind the man.
"I can hear ya, y'know" Logan grumbles, sitting on the couch, beer in Jean and Scott share a glance, then both sit down on either side of logan, Scott’s hand rested gently on Logan's knee,
Jean's hand, meanwhile, found its way to Logan’s shoulder Logan gives them a huff but doesnt fight the contact, which was a very good sign.
He sinks into the couch, going to take a sip from his beer Scott grabs his wrist gently, obviously, logan was physically stronger than him, but the form stare he gives logan persuades the man to put the beer on the counter
Jean smiles at him, she almost says good boy but she knew logan wasnt quite ready for it
“Hmph.. “ he grumbles, leaning on Scotts shoulder “m' not even tired”
Scott chuckles “we never said you were, bud” he gives logans knee a gentle squeeze
“Where's M' blanket” he Grunts, crossing his arms, probably thinking he looked fierce or scary, when in reality he looked like a grumpy little boy that hasnt had his nap yet
“I think its time for a nap, dont you think, Jean?” Scott grins, looking at Jean over logans head “Yeah, im beat, Scott” she smiles back, looking up at scott slightly
Usually, logan would tell them to eff off to bed, but now that he was sleepy and grumpy, the fact that scott and jean were tired helped him allow himself A yawn
“You tired, Lo?” Scott smiles down at the tiny wolverine, “time for bed, yeah?” That earns him a grunt of affirmation
“mhm, bed” he announces Scott,
despite the struggle of having a 300Ib half pint with about 156 years on him leaning almost his entire body weight on him, allows logan The privilege of it,
And they walk off to Scott and Jeans room, no one questions a damn thing