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Trigger warning: haphemophobia, excoriation disorder

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Virgil opened and shut the front door to his and his husband's home, kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag beside his feet. He had just come home from a long-ass day in school, not as a student, but as a counsellor. He adores helping students through their emotional issues but unfortunately today was filled with paperwork and dealing with the annoying younger years who think it's hilarious to knock on his office door and run away. Just wait until he gets CCTV footage and walks into their class guns blazing. Figuratively.

Thankfully the best part about his day was just about to happen, when he arrived home and got to see his beautiful husband. He worked from home which worked out great for both of them, for Logan who hates large groups of people and spending lots of hours in public, and for Virgil who can come home whenever and see his husband.

"Lo?" He called, grabbing a quick biscuit from the tin gifted to them by a close friend, Patton. When he didn't get a response he assumed he might be taking a nap, still he went up the staircase and down to Logan's office. "Kitten?" He called, softly pushing open the door, eyes widening when he saw Logan's head on the desk. For a moment many thoughts shot through his mind, none of them good, but when he saw his back rise and fall he breathed out a sigh of relief. However it didn't last long when Virgil realised what he was doing.

"Kitten? Lo? Can you hear me?" Virgil's voice was delicate as to not scare his husband who nodded slightly in response, not in the right place to respond or lift his head. Kneeling beside him Virgil glanced at his hand, noticing how it picked at his skin on his other arm, the area was red and looked extremely sore. "Logan, I'm going to hold your hand now, okay?" Virgil needed Logan to know what he was about to do so he could prepare himself, as human touch was a big fear for him.

Once again, Logan nodded, and as softly as he could Virgil reached over and laced their fingers together, pulling his hand away from his arm. It was a problem Logan has had to deal with for quite some time, the sensation calmed him down and made a sense of relaxation fall over him - when he became overcome with typically bad emotions or simply anxiety he often picked at his skin as an unhealthy coping mechanism.

"Come with me" Virgil urged quietly, helping Logan stand up from his desk, but not touching him anymore than his hand. When he got like this Virgil knew not to touch him too much unless Logan touched him first, or made the gesture that he wanted a hug, or cuddles, something similar.

Taking him out the room they walked down the hallway and into their bedroom where they laid down and Virgil pulled the thick, warm blanket over the both of them. "Take a short nap, Lo, we both need one" Virgil joked quietly which made a small smile rise on Logan's lips. "Yeah..." he whispered in response, taking off his glasses and putting them aside. Virgil guessed he had become overwhelmed with work but didn't take a break until it was too late - a usual occurrence but he has been getting better, especially with Virgil helping him out so much.

While they rested, Virgil pulled Logan's arm towards him and after getting a nod of permission soothed the pads of his fingers across the skin of Logan's arm, specifically around the area he picked at earlier, soothing him. Logan basked in it, bringing a wave of slumber that made his eyelids heavy.

"Sleep, Lo, you said naps are healthy n' shit, right?"

Logan chuckled, eyes closed, head tilted in Virgil's direction. "Yes, I...I did" he yawned and snuggled a little into the blanket, right now cuddling would make him feel worse, Virgil knew this which is why he didn't touch his arm for long, after awhile let Logan take it back but made sure he didn't start picking at his skin again - Virgil knew it wasn't on purpose, he just started it and couldn't stop. Every time Virgil felt so bad, he couldn't imagine being stuck like that, but was glad he had learnt how to take him out and help him calm down and feel better.

"Goodnight, Kitten" he whispered. Logan managed a wispy smile.

"Goodnight, Dear"

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