TRIGGER WARNING: repeated mentions of drugs, alcohol and assault (includes blood mention)

Remus was your run of the mill villain. Dark clothes, messy hair, a little insane behind the eyes sometimes, but outside of his work he was a nice guy who sort of struggled to get by. It was endearing, how he took in all of the neighbourhood strays and fed them, kept them for a few nights, then found them homes so they had a second start in life, perhaps because he'd never had the chance.

Logan was his opposition in work. A decently well off man who didn't spend much time away from either work or home. It was his preference to spend an evening with a warm cup of coffee and a book than out on the streets of the city doing as his peers did. But still, Logan was seen here and there on nights where his friends pressured him into a more active night.

That night had been one of those nights. Remus, who had been suffering a bit of a cold from the end of the flu season, had curled up on his sofa with a warm drink and a movie on as background noise. It was a pleasant evening, with nothing to worry about and a pair of kittens curled up in his lap.

When Remus's doorbell rang, at eleven o'clock at night no less, he gently nudged the kittens away so he could answer the door, not sure who it could be at this late an hour. The porch light flickered on and none other than the hero of the city was stood swaying on Remus's doorstep. So Remus hurried to get the door open. "Logan, what are you doing-" Remus cut himself off with a gasp.

As well as looking a little drunk, Logan had bruises and scratches as well as a stab wound just below his hip. He blinked up at Remus, pupils blown wide. "I-I..." He started, "I didn't know where else to go, 'Mus..."

And he was out even before he landed in Remus's arms. His skin a sallow sort of pale, most likely from the sticky patch of blood soaking a large portion of his trousers. Remus knew what had happened, he didn't need to read minds, he just took in the cues Logan had given him.

Logan had been out, not trying to get drunk beyond reason, clearly, that wasn't him, but he had probably had a glass of something. It wasn't strong though, what was strong was whatever it had been spiked with.

He'd left it for a moment, a few seconds at best, and someone had taken the opportunity likely under the assumption that the drink belonged to a naïve young woman. Then, on promptly realising he'd been drugged, Logan had left, hence why he had kept on his feet long enough to get to Remus's house.

And, as was obvious by the physical beating he'd taken, he was assaulted. He was on a bad side of town, and being drugged, alone and drunk did not make for good thought processes when being mugged. So Logan went to the first place he thought of, Remus's house.

It was a strange sort of compliment, that Remus was Logan's go-to for help, that somewhere within the recesses of Logan's mind, a place only unlocked when he was inhibited by substances he didn't know, Logan saw Remus as a kind enough soul to not turn him away at the door.

Logan, laid out on Remus's bed with his broken glasses on the table and his wounds bandaged, sutured and cleaned, looked almost peaceful, almost dead. He stirred slightly and Remus took the opportunity to shake him awake gently.

"Lo, here, take a drink of water. You need to drink it... get the drugs out of your system." Remus held Logan upright and held a glass to his lips. Logan, however, seemed outright confused.

Whatever had been put in that drink, Logan was lucky to not have been poisoned and killed. Logan drank the water obediently, letting his eyes slip shut. Remus set the glass down and wiped away the loose droplets around Logan's mouth before laying him back down.

"There you go, Logan. Goodnight..."

In the morning, Logan wasn't faring well. With no recollection of the previous night, it was concerning to find he was in a bed not his own. Logan started trying to piece things together, he'd gone to a bar, dodgy but well renowned for the cocktails. He'd had a few drinks, deciding the last one probably had something out of date in it and headed out to get home. He left and... he bumped into someone, he couldn't remember who, because by that point he was about to black out, and got to what he thought was his house before passing out.

Remus entered with a plate of food. The bags under his eyes darker but a weary smile on his face. "I'm glad you're alright, you passed out on my doorstep late last night. But don't worry, I fixed you up." He set the plate down beside Logan. "Shouldn't try to move around too much, that stab wound was a nasty thing. Thankfully, the drug you got spiked with was a weaker drug. Left you tripped, but you'll be up and running in a few days."

"You... helped me?" Logan asked softly, almost surprised.

"Of course I did... you passed out on my doorstep, I wasn't about to leave you out there to get even more hurt." Remus took Logan's head and checked him over before moving on to his arms and then fixing a new bandage over the stab wound. "There you go... you're good. I can take you back to your place if you want, but I'll have to come over at least once a day to check on you."

"Remus? Thank you..." Remus shrugged, pushing Logan back down gently.

"It's nothing. You sit back and rest now, I'll go get you something to drink..."