Patton glanced over as Logan did the cuffs up on his shirt sleeves. There was something very methodical about it. Start with the right, shake his hand out, move to the left. He pulled his sleeves down over his wrists with a sharp tug and grabbed his coat.

He shrugged his coat on, pulled on the front of it and looked up at Patton. Patton realised he'd been staring and dropped his gaze. He had the odd compulsion to duck his head.

It was all so odd. He'd never been embarrassed about staring before, especially not when he found someone attractive. And, as much as he hated to admit it, Logan was. Extremely so.

Patton shook his head a little and bounced up off his bed. "Right." He made a move towards the door. "Ready to go?"

Logan nodded once. Patton nodded back, feeling awkward (why did this whole thing feel like they'd done something wrong? Something intimately wrong?), and opened the door. He left the room before the awkward feeling could follow him into the corridor.

He heard the door shut with a neat click behind Logan and when he glanced round, the doctor was already by his side. He didn't move his arms when he walked, he just held them by his sides or behind his back.

Patton always fiddled, especially while he walked. Even now, he had the corner of his shirt caught between two fingers and he was rubbing the material back and forth.

"Do you really need all those layers?" He asked. He couldn't stand silences. Silence seemed to follow Logan wherever he went, though. "Thought you said you didn't get cold."

"I said I don't feel adverse effects to the cold," Logan corrected. "I still feel it, it just does not affect me."

"Yet you shiver in your sleep," Patton said, remembering last night. Logan didn't move but something in his face set. It was like he'd put on a mask.

"That's not because I am cold," he said quietly. "It's something entirely different." He gave Patton a cold glance.

Patton felt silly for fiddling all of a sudden and dropped his hand. His knuckles brushed against Logan and Logan's hand shot away, behind his back. Patton glanced at him but there was nothing on Logan's face that showed he'd moved away deliberately.

Logan was cold, physically. Freezing, like ice.

Another silence that Logan's presence seemed to pull out of the air bloomed. Patton dropped his eyes to his feet, watching them scuff along the floor. What was wrong with him? He hadn't felt this awkward since he was a kid.

Unwittingly, Patton's thoughts drifted back to last night. The loud thud that had woken him. He'd jammed his glasses on his face, hand already reaching out for his gun, when he'd Logan lying on the floor.

He wasn't getting him back in that hammock. No way.

Still, he couldn't just let him lie there.

Heaving a great sigh, Patton had gotten out of bed. He'd thought that maybe he could wake Logan up so the stupid smartass could get back in his stupid hammock.

Logan had been lying like a dead body. That's what had stopped him. He'd been lying, arms by his sides, unmoving, not even breathing in the darkness. He'd looked so horribly, realistically dead that Patton had stopped.

He couldn't wake him up, when he looked like that. Patton had barely been able to touch him at all, to pick him up. But he'd been shivering. Patton could feel it through his shirt as he tried lifting him up.

Logan felt like a dead body, too. Heavy and cold as a grave. Patton hadn't been able to lift him, so he'd settled for dragging him. It all felt awfully like a murder. And by some strange miracle, Logan hadn't woken up. He'd nearly shaken himself out of Patton's grasp, however. Patton had decided the foot of his bed was going to be close enough for Logan. He wouldn't be able to get him on the actual bed.

Patton had wanted to keep him warm. Why was beyond him, now he glanced at the tall idiot. Logan was staring up the stairs, hands clasped behind his back, acting as if he was just a regular guy and not someone who shivered themself out of bed in the night. And slept like a dead body.

Patton took a breath and looked back at his feet. He'd been staring again. He really hadn't meant to.

God, what was wrong with him today?

If anyone wants a comprehensive guide to how all the Sides sleep in this, I'll be happy to oblige. For some damn reason, I've thought it through in detail
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