Little! Logan
Caregiver! Virgil

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Glimmers of sunlight peeked through their living room window, coating it with a soft yellow hue. A gentle melody of music played from the television speakers, the Lo-fi Playlist haven been on since they had shifted downstairs.

Virgil rested on the couch, still in his pajamas, one leg tossed over the top of the couch cushions while the other draped against the lower cushions, sinking into the couch further and further. His thumb lazily moved against his phone, most likely scrolling through Tumblr. He occasionally peered over at Loagn, who laid on the soft indigo rug they had bought awhile back at some thrift store. It's hand woven and adorned with a few ravens in the design.

The man in question laid on his stomach, a book in hand. It's a much lower reading level than his usual tastes, adorning multiple colorful, pastel drawings on each page to keep him entertained as he flipped.

He kicked up his legs, gently swaying them behind him. He wore a cute set of denim overalls, the usual round buttons that hold up the straps were replaced with custom star ones, and to match, Virgil had sewn stars into the fabric as well. Under it is a simple light purple shirt, and a few bracelets slipped down his arm, dangling with different cosmic charms.

Their days off usually went like this, neither enjoyed adventuring out, wanting to socialize. They preferred to be indoors, read, listen to music, and maybe take a stroll in the afternoon. Furthermore, they enjoyed the times where Logan regressed, stressed from the week and wanting to let go of all his big kid worries, while Virgil gladly took it on, finding a bit of piece of hanging onto the control and routine he could set.

And honestly, who wouldn't want the sight before him? The way Logan melted into his own arms, knocking his feet together lightly, occasionally letting out a small noise of happiness as something happened in his book. It was everything Virgil needed.

Their soft music was disturbed as Logans stomach gave a small growl, causing him to blush a bit and glance over at Virgil sheepishly, who snickered and set his phone down on his chest. "Ya hungry, kid?" He asks, as if it wasn't obvious, already beginning to sit up. Logan nodded in response, Virgil didn't mind, Logan didn't talk much when he regressed.

"Anything in particular you want?"

Logan seemed to think for a moment before he nodded slowly, sitting up as well. "Waffles." He decides.

Virgil hums a bit and stands, stretching with a soft groan. "Waffles, it is kid. C'mon." He says, offering his hand. Logan gladly takes it, shuffling off the floor, allowing his book to fall limp on the rug while he followed his caregiver into the next room. He only let go when Virgil tugged out his chair, a booster seat attached to it. They had personally gotten lower chairs just to do so, and even after seeing it for the hundredth time, it made Logan pink in the face. He peered over at Virgil briefly, who nodded towards it, and Logan slowly climbed into it, his cheeks burning red as Virgil straps him in and chuckles lowly.

"It's just a little booster seat, kid." He teases him, gently making sure the straps weren't too tight, nor too loose before he pulled away. "Whatcha so red for huh?"

Logan merely whines and looks away. It wasn't fair. He's so good at making his tummy flip and his skin tingle delightfully. Virgil knew this, of course, but didn't want to push him too far, so here merely pecked his head and pulled off, heading towards the freezer. He tugged out a few frozen Waffles, and headed towards the toaster, pushing them in. He leaned against the counter as he waited for them to pop.

"Whatcha wanna do today, Lo?" He asks him lightly, his elbows digging into the granite countertop.

Logan lightly ran his hands over his straps, enjoying the rugged texture against his fingertips. He shifted again, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. "M'dunno."

Virgil snickers a bit. "Yeah, I figured." He teases, turning to their upward cabinet to grab a plastic, blue plate with stars decorating the bottom. The Waffles soon popped, and Virgil carefully pulled them out and set them on the plate, leaving them for a moment to cool. "Wanna go out?"

Logan immediately shook his head.

"Yeah," Virgil agrees. "Neither did I." He chuckles, grabbing a few utensils before he begins slicing his waffle up into small pieces for him. He didn't need this done, but he knows it makes him feel much smaller. Once it was cut up, he carried the plate over and set it in front of him.

"Want Syrup today?"

Logan seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head and lifting a little piece of the waffle up, nibbling at it.

"How about Jam?"

Logan perks up immediately and eagerly nods his head, earning a soft laugh. He kisses his head and trots to the fridge, quickly making work of grabbing the jar and knife. He gently pulled his plate away for a moment to coat the waffle in his favorite jam before handing it back. Letting out a little squeaky noise of thanks, Logan immediately begins to dig in again, much more eager. 

Vitgil walked back over to the counter, repeating the same steps for his own breakfast. While the Waffles cooked, he grabbed a sippy cup and filled it with milk. He set that on the table and soon joined him with his own plate of waffles, doused in syrup. They both took their time, a comfortable silence washing over them. Their mornings are times they cherished, even on productive days. They'd wake up earlier just to get a taste of each other's company, the comfort of Virgils arms wrapped around him with a pacifier bobbing in his mouth, while Virgil basked in the feeling of being needed.

"How about," Virgil speaks up, few bites in. "We watch a few movies, and then we'll go outside for a bit. Get some fresh air in the backyard?" Virgil didn't care if they stayed in all day, but he knew if he didn't at least try and get the latter to spend some time outside, Logan would scold him later. It was nice that while being the caregiver, he invertedly had to care for himself as well.

Logan seemed pleased with the idea and sipped at his milk. "Butterflies." He smiles, a bit of jam smeared around his lips.

Virgil smiles back fondly. "Yeah? Do you wanna see the butterflies?"

Logan nods his head, sitting back as he finishes up his breakfast. "Butterflies!"

"We'll see the butterflies." He assures, amused. "And later tonight, we'll go out and look at the stars."

Logan gives a little excited gasp, as if they didn't do it nearly every night, and bounced a bit in his booster seat. "Stars!"

Virgil snickers. "Yes, stars, all of them. I'll lay out blankets."

Logan nods eagerly. "Stars." He chirps, watching as Virgil slips out of his chair and grabs a paper towel, wetting it a bit, and allows him him to wipe his face. He tried not to whine too much, but it was hard when he didn't quite enjoy the sensation of it rubbing against his face. He did much better when it came to his hands and quickly raised his arms after.

"Did ya want something?" He teases, unbuckling his straps while Logans lips jutt into a small pout.

"Up?" He asks, opening and closing his palms. He tilts his head a bit as Virgil can help but coo and leans down, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him. He waits for him to wrap his legs around his hips and carries him off into the living room once more. The dishes could wait until he had a nap. He wanted to spend every minute he could with his star.