When Logan had woken up, with beads of sweat along his forehead, his heart racing miles per minute, and his breathing shallow and uneven, his eyes quickly darted around the room to try and find you. Everything had been so realistic, too realistic, that he was terrified that it wasn't just a dream, but, rather, his memories flashing before his closed eyelids, replaying over and over again. Even though the room wasn't that dark, due to the fact that it was the early hours of the morning and the light from the peaking sun could be seen through the open curtains of the bedroom window, Logan couldn't find you anywhere. Panic began to set in as he pushed the thin sheets off his body and stood up. His body barely registered that he was awake and it caused him to lag behind in his movements. Logan scrambled to get to the bedroom door, almost falling over in the process as he didn't want to waste any time in finding you. The second he pushed open the bedroom door, and stained his hearing to try and find you, he could hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. Without much thinking, he followed the sound until he saw the balcony door, just off from the living room, open halfway with the white curtains gently flowing into the room from the wind.

The painful throbbing of his beating heart began to slow down the second he saw you looking out at the mountains, with a cup of coffee held between your hands. Logan sighed to himself and pushed the sliding doors open more to step out a join you. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, not wanting the moment to end, or for him to be brought back to a reality that told him this was simply just a dream, and he rested his forehead against your shoulder, breathing in deeply. When he moved his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, he looked out at the same view you were looking at. The sun was barely coming over the mountains in the distance, they were covered in a light layer of fog that would end up disappearing the more the sun rose, and the air was cool, but not too cold.

"You weren't there when I woke up," he told you.

"Mmm, I couldn't sleep."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's perfect. I just wasn't tired," you replied, putting his mind at ease.

Logan hesitated before he spoke again, "I thought something had happened... I thought I had done something."

"Like what?"

"I had a dream that I hurt you," Logan's voice was quiet as he thought about it. "It was so real, so when I woke up, I just thought—"

"It was just a nightmare, Logan," you interrupted him as you placed your coffee cup on the wooden beam on the balcony and turned in his arms to face him, cupping his face in your hands. "It was just a nightmare," you reminded him, "I'm okay." Your eyebrows were furrowed together, noting the change of tone in his voice when he had spoken before, it was foreign and unlike his usual tone. Logan seemed more on edge than usual, and his face looked tired and worn.

"I know that." He nodded. "But that doesn't make the dream any better."

"Nightmare," you stressed. "Dreams are meant to be good, not something that makes you get out of bed to make sure you didn't hurt me."

"It didn't help that you weren't there when I woke up," he replied. "I need you to be there." His arms tightened around your waist and he rested his forehead against yours.

"Okay," you spoke softly, smiling gently at him. "I'll be there."

"Okay," he echoed, nodding that your words. "So, can we go back to bed? Or do you want to stand out here some more?"

"We can go to bed."

Logan nodded again and you took your hands away from his face, taking his left hand, with your right, to pull him back inside. He followed quietly behind you as you made your way back to the bedroom. When you got back into bed, Logan quickly turned to face you, scanning his eyes over your features, trying to remember every detail of your face—just in case—before he laid his head down next to yours, resting his arm over you, breathing in and out deeply. "Stay," he whispered quietly, which was out of character for him, so you knew that he was desperate and meant every word he had said.

"I will. I'll stay."