Roman had been sick for days now, and he couldn't do anything. He felt useless, unimportant, felt like a waste of space. So when Logan found him in the imagination, practicing his sword combat while deathly ill, he knew he had made a mistake.

The first thing Logan had done was yell at him, which of course startled the sick prince, he turned around dizzily and nearly lost his footing. He dropped his sword and coughed painfully, tears filled his eyes and he staggered forward. Logan was quick to run to him and grasped onto his shoulders to keep him steady.

When he looked into the royal trait's eyes he took notice of how glazed and hazy they looked, and his face was flushed red with fever. Logan tisked and steadily led Roman out of the imagination and into the living room where he sat down and pulled Roman down so that he was laying down. Roman in an instant felt drowsy, the fatigue of his illness and fighting practice had finally taken its toll on him. His body was weak and overworked, and when Logan quietly scolded him as he carded his fingers through his hair he could barely keep his eyes open.

Roman scooted up so that his head comfortably lied on Logan's lap, the logical side looked down at him, pressed his hand against his forehead and cheek, and sighed. “Just rest love, you've pushed yourself too hard.” He whispered in a quiet, soothing voice. Roman yawned and shut his eyes, ready to drift off.

Logan conjured a blanket, book, and bottle of water. He draped the blanket over Roman's slightly trembling figure and set the water bottle on the coffee table, he then opened his book and began to read where he had left off. As he did so he ran his fingers through Roman's soft hair.

Roman quietly sighed in content. “Don't stop....” He mumbled tiredly. Logan hummed quietly in question and turned his gaze away from his book and onto his almost sleeping lover. “Your fingers in my hair.” He slurred. “Feels really nice.....” He trailed off and slowly, drifted off to sleep. Logan smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his warm temple. “Alright, I promise.” He whispered.

And as Roman slept, Logan never stopped stroking his hair, even when he got cramps, because all that mattered was Roman's comfort and happiness. No matter what it cost him.