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The winter months had approached rapidly, and suddenly it was mid-November. Camp Jupiter was covered in a thick layer of snow, and almost all training had been cancelled due to the weather.
Snowflakes landed delicately onto the windows and the sky was a beautiful dark grey. It was somewhat warm within the barracks, though.
Logan sat on his bed with a mug of hot chocolate, a weighted blanket and a hoodie that was suspiciously oversized on his short frame. He sipped quietly from his mug, licking the chocolate off his lips to fully savour the taste.
He had a book in his other hand. He’d only started it that morning, but he was already half way through it. He, unlike some of the roman demi-gods, didn’t have dyslexia. He actually read faster than a normal person.
He was pulled from his fixation on the book by Octavian unceremoniously slamming the door as he came in from the snowy outside.
Octavian's pale face was somehow even paler, and his nose and the tips of his ears were bright red. He shrugged off his coat and pulled his gloves off. He stopped in his tracks as he finally looked at Logan.
“... What are you wearing?”
Logan stared at Octavian for a minute, wondering if his boyfriend had lost his mind.
“Uhm, it’s a hoodie?”
Octavian stared right back at Logan, an unimpressed look on his face.
“It’s my hoodie.” Octavian crossed his arms over his chest.
Logan looks down at the hoodie, realising that it is in fact his boyfriends, and not his own soft grey one. The sleeves are slightly too long for him and there’s specs of blood on the cuffs.
“... It’s soft. I’m keeping it now.”
Octavian rolls his eyes but surprisingly doesn't complain any longer. He sits down next to Logan, peering at the book he’s reading and stealing the mug to sip from the hot chocolate too.
Logan doesn’t mind and leans against Octavian as he continues reading his book.