That first night they didn�t really speak. Maybe they couldn�t speak. Words would have been awkward considering the state of exhaustion and near hysteria they were both in.
That first kiss, broken by Logan, was to be there last for a while. He looked into the kids strange eyes, fearful of rejection, or disgust. When he saw only hope and a strange fragility he pulled the kid into a tight embrace, wondering if he would ever be able to bring himself to let go.
Somehow they made it to the bed. Remy fell into sleep almost instantly, exhausted, and by now used to sleeping in the circle of Logan�s arms. Logan stayed awake longer, going over Remy�s body gently, inch by inch with his nose, and occasionally with his tongue, checking for unknown injuries, making sure that every hurt on the kids body was minor and would heal.
In a way he dreaded the morning, certain that Remy would regret the night after he had awoken, but at last he dropped to sleep and woke a few hours later with Remy�s hand gently stroking his cheek.