I've tried so hard to keep it together

[loganterranova]

Logan felt the brush of Reggie's nose, his own scrunching up at the sensation, sniffing. He could smell blood and sand and salt, and something else entirely, some scent that belonged solely to Reggie and nothing else

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[blindkohler]

That last thing, the very last thing Reggie expected in that moment, lying in the sand with little Logan, was the sharp feeling of fangs descending into his throat

[loganterranova]

Logan heard Reggie at the door even before he spoke. He wasn't sure how to respond. Reggie's voice was demanding, and Logan wasn't sure about what. He felt terrible for having lost control, for having taken from Reggie like that. He could only imagine what Reggie must think of him right then.

The Pander cleared his throat, shifting a bit on the bed so that he was less curled in on himself, though his legs were still tucked up against his chest, his face to the wall. He kind of wanted to just forget the whole incident, wanted Reggie to forget about it too. Unfortunately it didn't seem like that would be happening anytime soon.

"Sorry," Logan eventually managed to mumble, sniffing once and bringing a hand up to rub at his nose.

[blindkohler]

Reggie entered the room slowly when Logan shifted, making himself known. He closed the door behind himself, then approached the bed where he could feel Logan's slight movement. Reggie didn't kneel on the bed, though, or lie down beside Logan like he wanted too. He needed to know why Logan had run, first.

Logan was skittish. He was strong and defiant and often very angry, and the idea of Logan running away from anything was disturbing to Reggie. Almost upsetting. If this was frightening enough to Logan to make him run, Reggie wasn't going to push, he wasn't going to force anything.

He couldn't bear the idea of Logan running away far enough to never be found.

"What are you sorry for?" Reggie asked gently, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes to hopefully help Logan feel more at ease.

[loganterranova]

"What are you sorry for?"

Logan turned his head, glancing over his shoulder at Reggie. He didn't look at him for long; he couldn't bring himself to look at him for long, shifting back to curl a little closer to the wall.

He brought one hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes before chewing on his thumbnail. He could still taste Reggie on his tongue, though he'd cleaned the vitae from his chin sometime between the beach and the bed. He didn't know why Reggie was asking him why he was sorry. Wasn't it obvious?

"I fucking bit you. I took from you."

[blindkohler]

Reggie's forehead creased at Logan's announcement, confusion rolling through him uncomfortably. Yes, Logan had Kissed him. And even though Logan was a habitual diablerist, Reggie thought that surely even Logan could feel the difference between a usually violent and dangerous diablerie and a Kiss shared between brothers.

But apparently Logan was having trouble separating the two.

Reggie finally let himself sit on the bed, crossing his legs beneath him and clasping his hands in his lap, close to Logan but not touching.

"And that is a problem for you? You hardly took, darling. I gave. Do you understand?"