Falling Apart

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan flopped face first onto his bed and exhaled deeply. He swore, sometimes, spending time as Jeanette, then switching back to his usual self, was draining. He had a peek into a different, freer life, then it was back to… this. Himself, he supposed. Oh joy. He curled around to lay on his side, looking around at one of his several homes away from home. Dorian's apartment, his father's, the Grahams. All places he lived for his different collection of identities, and all of which felt more right than the Delacroix house-- with the room door he wasn't allowed to lock, the tense dinners, the religious imagery that looked down upon him, and the careful suppression of anything to suggest Logan was important.

This room was more Jeanette's than his, femininely decorated, with her clothes in the closet, a little space dedicated to dressing up and putting on her makeup. Sometimes being in here, when he didn't have rabbit ears atop his head, made him blush. There was both a sense of being sheepishly out of place, and wistfully longing. It wasn't uncomfortable, exactly. Just a bit odd. He decided, before he'd head out again and get back 'home', a quick nap wouldn't hurt. He needed it, before he had to see his mother, stepfather, and half-siblings again. The cozy mattress was lulling him to sleep already, eyes drooping.

Then, a knock at the door. Logan blinked groggily and groaned, rolling off the bed. He didn't intend to open it, but he could covertly look through the peephole and check who'd shown up, just in case. He felt nervous about not doing so, and had learned a certain amount of paranoia in life was more likely to keep him safe. Even in safe places. He put on ducky pajama pants and a plain t-shirt, rubbing at his eyes, and wandered his way through Dorian's apartment to the front.

He quietly looked through the peephole. It was… Mia, his coworker and someone who was also dating Dorian, but Jesus Christ. She looked fucking horrible, bloodshot eyes, scratching at her arm until it was left bleeding itself. Logan's stomach churned with dread. Dorian wasn't here, and of course she wanted him, but it was just him. Just Logan. He felt a bitter twist in his heart and gnawed at his lip. It was weird, that he was here by himself, though he couldn't leave her out there! Dorian would freak out, and-- and--

It didn't sit right with him, either, he realized. He felt his cheeks warm and sighed. Mia Vesuvius. Pretty girl, fiery girl, better than him, worth envy, he'd thought to himself. He'd felt the same way with Malara, before, hadn't he? Stared too much and attributed it to intense jealousy before he… before she… Ha. Logan scrubbed at his face to try and get the blush away, embarrassment overwhelming. Moody, confusing teenage hormones were a bitch, weren't they? Feelings. Stupid. It didn't matter. Mia certainly wasn't about to notice he was pinker than usual at seeing her, not in this state.

He opened the door, worry clearly painted on his expression, only exaggerated by his cutesy unicorn facial features. "Mia? Come in, come in, you shouldn't be standing out there in the cold!" He fussed over the girl, ushering her in and shutting the door again behind her. "What happened? P-please, tell me so I can help you, and I'll… tell you why I'm here and in my pajamas, I promise. But you first, that's what's most important. Can I get you water? Food? Help set up a hot bath? Anything." While he offered those things, he remained hovering right by her, focused in his concern and watchfulness.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan breathed, looking over Mia more thoroughly now that she was inside, grimacing when she asked about Dorian. He shook his head firmly. "He'll be back, but no, he's not here right now. Listen." He tilted his head and made eye contact with her, expression intent, not planning on backing off. "I can take care of you until then, Mia. I know you want Dorian, I know you feel safe with Dorian, but I-I'll… I want to help you. I'll do my best." He stared at the bloody arm, then led her to the living room, sitting her down on the couch. "Hold on a moment, okay? I'll be right back, I promise."

He rushed off, then quickly returned with a glass of water and washcloth damp with warm water, sitting down next to Mia. Using the washcloth, he began to gently clean off traces of gore. He knew… he wasn't right here, didn't fit into the picture. Not Dorian, not Dorian, but he couldn't… Leave this girl alone. She was less his coworker here. It was very, very far from being the Crown Modeling building and polite small talk. Logan was still only recently getting used to intimacy, but truthfully, when presented with vulnerability and without a knife in his hands, he couldn't turn away from it easily. It always shook him up, wasn't something he could take lightly and laugh off, because he supposed he was too familiar with it.

Logan set aside the washcloth on the coffee table, checking Mia's arm again and lightly touching it. "Better," he said, softly, trying to make himself a very unthreatening presence. Being nurturing came naturally to his breed of unicorn, even if he was hardly the purest unicorn in the world. "A little better now. It's okay. Can you drink this for me, do you think?" He took the glass of water, bringing it up to Mia's mouth and tipping it a bit so she wouldn't have to hold it with twitchy hands.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]"He'll be back, but I'm not sure how soon. It could be anywhere between now and tomorrow morning, but you can stay here with me until then," Logan repeated patiently. He did frown, but only for a brief moment. "Um. Well!" A sheepish expression appeared on his face. "I-I have a key, actually. It's… safe here, Mia. I'll explain further if you tell me what happened to you first. That's the exchange."

When Mia looked at her nails, he cleaned under those, too. He thought he might insist she take a bath, after this. Or maybe a shower. Shower might be better, as he didn't want her to drown in the bathwater while without supervision. Then again, she could trip in the shower, and-- fuck. Nevermind any of that, then. Fantastic.

He gave a tiny sigh of relief when she drank the water without fuss, and an amused smile. He was almost reminded of taking care of his little sister Gracie when she was sick. But, of course, Mia was being less bratty, and he wasn't attracted to his sister, so this was still a very different situation. Nonetheless, it made him familiar with playing caretaker.

Logan peered at Mia. Then, he stood and disappeared once more, coming back with a big blanket. He wrapped one side around Mia, then settled down himself next to her with it. He touched her hands and tried to lure them away from her hair. "Goodness. Now, your hair is much too pretty to tear at like that, Mia. Such a lovely shade of red, it reminds me of visiting a rose garden. Let's get this out of your system through words, or a distraction, not physically. That's not doing any good. How did you fuck up, dear? I won't gossip, I promise. All of this stays between us. I just want to make you feel a little better. Pay attention to talking to me for a while, if you can, not beating yourself up."[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Mia had such a bold personality, it was strange to see her trying to curl into herself and hide like this. Logan knew she wasn't exactly someone with the healthiest choices in the world, but he found it impressive when she still managed to stand up on her own. But, he supposed… they really didn't know each other too well. He brought the washcloth to her nose, dabbing at the blood like a mother hen. He paused, put it down again, and squeezed Mia's hand. "I know the feeling," he said, solemn. "And I know it must be uncomfortable, but I'm not thinking badly of you for it."

Logan listened quietly, only nodding before she finished speaking, not wanting to interrupt. His brows knit together, frown deepening. "Oh dear…" Though worrying it may be awkward and unwanted, he didn't know what to do other than hug Mia, after hearing all that. He hugged her and rubbed her back in soothing circles while she cried. "Dorian cares about you, Mia, I know he does. You aren't about to lose him, he's really loyal. And he has the room here, I think… we can talk something out. You should stay over tonight at the very least, you're in no condition to be alone and not watched. That's okay by me. It means… I don't have to go home for a little longer."

"Listen, I get it," he told her quietly. "It's hard to stay places where people who are supposed to be close to you are afraid of you, where you feel like you're bad and wrong. Suffocating. But it's okay here. It's okay. You aren't there right now. It's over, for now, so you can breath. Take a few deep breaths for me, Mia."[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan squeezed Mia, and completely forgot to care about possible awkwardness between them. She was a good girl, it seemed, and he didn't mind having an accidental window into her life to climb through. There was a chance she'd never remember this bonding between them, but he accepted that. He'd know, and she'd have been looked after. He couldn't have predicted how important she'd be to him, but this made for a solid hint.

He watched, a bit alarmed at first, while Mia ran off to vomit. A normal person wouldn't have called this romantic, Logan imagined-- but didn't threatening, tense situations like this sometimes create tighter-knit connections? He found himself longing for it, slowly but surely becoming infatuated.

The unicorn got to his feet, mildly dazed but trailing after Mia in case he could help. "Aw… Hey, hun, can I hold your hair back?" Once saying that, as a heads up more than a question, he gently did so. He could handle the gross sights and scents, having witnessed worse. "You deserve someone on your side," he added, in late response to her compliment.[/tom]