I really don't know what this is, and I'm neither sad nor happy it turned out? Kinda neutral I guess? I still like it a bit though, and I slightly deviated from the prompt, hope you still enjoy!

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It was happening again.

Logan and Damien were cuddling on Damien's bed, a well-earned movie marathon playing after a long day of studying for finals. Logan rested against Damien's chest and between his legs, snuggled close, his glasses askew as Damien brushed through Logan's hair with his fingers. It was nice.

Damien leaned down to press a kiss to Logan's temple, and Logan stiffened slightly, the calm atmosphere cracking.

"Lo? You alright?" Logan nodded, and Damien frowned. "You sure?"

Logan nodded again, and it was clear his shoulders relaxing was forced. Damien sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie they were watching. "No you're not. What's wrong?"

Logan remained quiet for a few seconds too long, trying to find the right words. "I... just remembered something disturbing Remus said earlier, that is all." Damien raised a brow. Logan's words would have normally convinced him, Remus had spoken with them earlier and had said some rather scarring things, but the look in Logan's eyes told Damien otherwise.

"Falsehood."

It takes a liar to know a liar anyways.

"It's not a falsehood, I'm sure you remember Remus's vivid descriptions of how to properly torture someone-"

"The incident may have happened, Logan, but that doesn't mean you weren't using it to lie. So, can you stop lying to me, and just tell me what's going on?"

Logan pulled away from Damien completely, hugging himself. Damien waited patiently, pulling his legs closer to himself to sit cross-legged on the bed. Logan mimicked his position. "I..." He took a deep breath. "I don't really know... how to explain... without hurting your feelings, and I don't want to hurt you, because I do care for you. A lot."

Damien only nodded for him to continue.

"I just... the affection, it's... I like it sometimes, but, um, other times I feel... It feels wrong, and makes me feel gross, even if it's just a small bit of affection. And I know you don't mean it or anything, but it still bothers me and I never wanted to tell you because I know you love showing your affection for people and you rarely get to do it, and oh god, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have told you at all and-"

"-Logan." Logan fell quiet, looking up from the bedsheets. His breath caught in his throat as Damien smiled gently. "I understand, okay? And I'm glad you told me."

"You're not upset?"

Damien laughed lightly, shaking his head. "I could never be mad at you, Logan. Not over something that you can't really control." He took a deep breath. "Maybe we should create a system, so I know when you're feeling okay to receive affection? And maybe somethin like a safe-word if the affection suddenly becomes too much."

Logan stared in awe at his boyfriend, his eyes turning glossy and starting to burn. Because in the past, whenever his partner was told about how Logan felt about these things, they usually wished to end it.

"You've got to be kidding."

"I'm not. I told you awhile ago that I love you, and I really do care for you. So, I want you to be as happy and comfortable as possible." Damien shrugged. "If that means toning down my affection, I'm willing to do it."