Something protective.
Logan exhaled slowly.
"I'm still wired," he admitted after a moment.
Chase huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah. Same."
Neither of them elaborated. They didn't need to. The night had been too charged, too emotional, too intimate to simply turn off.
Logan ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. "Watching him tonight…" He trailed off, searching for words. "I didn't expect it to hit me like that."
Chase leaned against the dresser. "You looked calm."
"I was," Logan said. "On the outside."
A small smile pulled at Chase's mouth. "And inside?"
Logan met his eyes. "Inside I wanted to touch him every second."
The honesty hung there.
Chase nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
Another quiet beat passed. Logan gestured toward the living room.
"Come on. Let him sleep."
They moved quietly out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked open.
The apartment felt smaller without Tommy's energy filling it, quieter, but still warm.
Logan sank onto the couch, tension finally catching up with him. Chase sat beside him, close but not crowding.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then Logan laughed under his breath. "This is new."
Chase smiled faintly. "Understatement."
Their shoulders brushed. Neither moved away. The closeness felt natural now, less charged than earlier, more curious than urgent.
Logan turned slightly toward him.
"You okay with all this?"
Chase nodded.
"Yeah. More than I expected." A pause. Then, quieter: "I like who he is with you."
Logan absorbed that.
"And I like who he is with you," he admitted.
The confession shifted the air between them, not competitive, not territorial.
Aligned.
