Logan stayed still for a long moment after setting Tommy down.
Tommy barely made it under the blankets before sleep claimed him.
One slow exhale, shoulders melting into the mattress, lashes resting against flushed cheeks completely spent, completely safe. Logan pulled the comforter up over him automatically.
Habit.
Care.
Something deeper than either.
Tommy shifted once, instinctively chasing warmth even in sleep, and Logan's chest tightened at the sight of it. He brushed damp hair away from Tommy's forehead.
"You did good," he murmured quietly, though Tommy was already gone to dreams.
Behind him, the apartment settled into late-night quiet - refrigerator humming, pipes ticking faintly, the distant sound of traffic far below.
Chase lingered near the bedroom doorway, half-dressed again, clearly trying not to intrude.
Logan noticed immediately.
Chase always seemed aware of space. Of boundaries. Like he was waiting to be told where he belonged.
"You heading out?" Logan asked softly.
Chase nodded once.
"Probably should. Long night."
His voice stayed casual, but Logan heard the hesitation underneath it, the uncertainty of someone who didn't know what came next.
Logan looked back at Tommy. Then back at Chase.
"Stay."
The word came out simple.
Certain.
Chase paused. "You sure?"
Logan leaned against the edge of the bed, arms folding loosely across his chest.
"Yeah," he said. "I don't think tonight ends with you leaving."
That landed between them heavier than flirtation. Chase studied him carefully.
"You asking because he'd want that," he said, nodding toward Tommy, "or because you do?"
Logan considered the question honestly.
"Both," he answered.
Silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just full.
Chase stepped farther into the room. Logan noticed the way his gaze drifted briefly to Tommy sleeping between them, expression softening in a way that wasn't lust anymore.
Something warmer.
