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Virgil stares at the message on his screen then his lips turn into a small line. Logan didn’t text him while he was at work. Not unless it was an emergency. This text isn’t an emergency though and despite being concerned he can’t help but be proud of his omega.
Nerd: Virgil, it appears my symptoms were not in fact associated with an illness but a drop. Don’t worry about rushing home, I can handle myself until you get home. It would be appreciated if you got home as soon as possible though. Love you.
Logan hated coming off as a needy, clingy, whiny, helpless omega. So, anything associated with basically anything considered Omega besides caring for his partner. Logan hated and would rather stuff down his deep-rooted needs instead of God forbid texting Virgil. Logan was in therapy for those types of things. Learning that it was okay to give into his needs and wants. To want to cuddle, to have a heat, to need the comfort of a partner. Drops were normal in omegas, an omega typically experienced one at least once in their lifetime. It was more of a depressive episode if you asked Virgil just biologically rooted somewhere in an omega’s genes. There were many causes for a drop, medium to extreme levels of stress, anxiety, depression, anger, pain or even hormone levels being off. Sometimes there just wasn’t. But Virgil knew Logan well, work was stressing him the fuck out. But Logan has insisted he was sick, it explained his lack of appetite, small fever, tiredness and achiness. All could be symptoms of a drop. Virgil probably should’ve insisted he didn’t need to go to work, and Logan too could have called off. Logan snorted and just told Virgil he would work from home and did not need to be babysat.
Vee: On my way home now Lo need anything?
Nerd: Just you.
Virgil shoves the door open, slides out of his shoes before striding past the kitchen and into the soft lighting of the living room. Logan liked his nest to be in the living room. Shoving the two couches together and making his nest in the crater he just created lining it with whatever felt right. Logan liked softer lighting in a drop, something about less headaches. He also liked that it was close to the kitchen, the tv was bigger down here and they had a small full bath also downstairs. Plus, basically no matter where the Alpha went he could have eyes on Virgil. Virgil liked it too, quicker trips and such.
A small smile tugs at his lips as he looks down at his omega. Curled up with blankets from their bed and his scent buddy. A fuzzy blue wooly Mammoth called Thunder. Logan is dressed in a hoodie that is definitely Virgil’s and a pair of sweatpants. His dark hair is slightly unruly probably from his omega twisting and turning in order to get comfy. Logan looks up and sits up immediately pressing his lips on Virgil's.
“Hey Lo,” Virgil greets sliding into the nest and scooping his omega into his lap. Logan purrs in content, a sound rarely heard and snuggles in close, pressing his nose into the base of his neck where the nearest scent gland was.
“Hello,” Logan mumbles back a reply. He’s a little warmer than usual, but it's not a fever or a heat. Logan besides the few heats you need to go through in puberty doesn’t have heats. Virgil can’t blame him; it’d be more triggering for his boyfriend than helpful. Virgil smiles, kissing the side of his head.
“Better?”
“Mhm.”
Virgil nods, reaching for the remote, careful not to move his omega from his scent gland. He already knows what Logan’s drop brain is craving. It's always the same. To float, to go off into space where thoughts don’t reach him. Virgil can help with that, he turns on a space documentary, one Logan knows most of the information on but not all so his brain can still track it but have background noise. He pulls a couple of blankets on them and cards through Logan’s dark hair.
“Have you eaten yet Lo?” Virgil asks after maybe an hour; the thought had suddenly occurred to him that his omega probably hadn’t.
“No,” Logan mumbled. Virgil pulls away slightly, smiling gently at the glazed over look in Logan’s eyes. Finally, Logan was able to float away a break from formal sentences, a rapidly speeding brain full of thoughts and whatever else was overstimulating his mind. Logan’s body finally forcing it to shut down. Virgil kisses his cheek gently.
“Take out or should I make something?”
The long low whine Logan made was answer enough.
“Anything you want?”
“No.”
Virgil hummed in thought as he pulled out his phone. He pulled up Logan’s favorite Indian place and placed a delivery order of Buttered Chicken, White Rice, Naan and some kebabs. Once that was ordered Virgil nodded a little to himself and turned on a new documentary. When the food came Virgil spoon fed Logan, something he would have objected to if he wasn’t in a headspace like this. After that he and his omega drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning, Logan was still on his chest, tracing stars and planets on Virgil’s arm. Virgil found it soothing and a nice touch. But they did have to eat, even if it was quick. So Virgil sat up a little kissing Logan’s forehead.
“What do you want for breakfast Logan?” Virgil asks, tilting his head.
Logan blinked a few times, the question slowly being processed by his blissful haze.
“No,” was the only thing his mind supplied him which made him pout.
“We have to eat Lo,” Virgil knew what his haze filled mind was getting at. He’d been around for enough drops by now.
“No,” the omega huffed slightly, trying to snuggle even closer into Virgil.
“Yes, we have to eat breakfast, even just a couple bites. It’ll make your drop pass quicker.”
“Nope,” Logan stated.
Virgil resisted the urge to snort instead taking his omega’s chin and making him look at him. "Logan,” Virgil said, with just a hint of authority, nothing that would send alarm bells, just a firmer tone. Just to get past the haze. “We are eating, you have to eat. Now are you going to pick something, or do I?”
Logan huffed before pouting, “No.”
“Fine, I’ll pick,” Virgil said, kissing Logan before slipping out of the nest. Ignoring the very pointed whine from his mate. He glanced at his mate as he opened the fridge this time snorting at the omega. His mate looked absolutely adorable, his inner omega shining through as he gave Virgil puppy dog eyes. Virgil set the raspberries and yogurt onto the counter walking back over to his mate. He leaned down and kissed his lips gently sliding off his hoodie and giving it to the omega before walking back to the kitchen. Even with Logan’s face now buried in the hoodie it was clear his mate still felt betrayed, glaring and pouting at him while he carried on making breakfast. Yogurt parfaits, easy, quick and filling. Adding granola to the top he came back with the bowl ignoring his mate’s pouty expression even as he cuddled right back up. Logan was never like this. In drops, sure. His mind was allowed to do what the inner omega craved. Love and affection and to be cared for. But Logan would feel so guilty once he was out of his drop and no matter what Virgil said or did would ease it. Therapy hadn’t quite helped him out there, but he would be able to eventually. It would just take time like all things. So for now, while Logan didn’t feel such things he’d help his mate. Let him snuggle, whine and pout and purr, whatever his Logan wanted he would get. Besides not eating of course.