[ Typically it'd take him an hour to drive there, but Logan's worried enough that the time's cut in half.
He opens the (never locked) door, walks in, and then frowns as he sniffs the air. The Sanctum always smells strange, like something's messing with his natural chemistry, but he catches Stephen regardless and knocks on his door.
(He was sure to nod his head at Wong when he saw him, though.) ]
[ Wong's presence is a hopeful sign - if Stephen were anything but, chances are the place wouldn't be quite so tranquil. there's no answer from Stephen, but when Logan inevitably opens the door the reason why isn't exactly a difficult figure.
Stephen's in a chair in the corner, swaddled by the cloak, dead asleep. ]
[ The worry Logan has dissipates, and he lets out a slow exhale with a flare of his nostrils.
Thank God.
Maybe he lingers a mite longer than he should, but he steps out and closes the door after him quietly (but not without a brief tip of his head to Cloak, too).
Logan's going to go back home without much incident, but before then he'll find wherever Wong is. Wong probably knows about smartphones.
...and then, okay, he'll have some tea.
This is left for Stephen to read whenever he decides: ] I'll get an Oppo.
[ the knock on the door didn't wake him, nor the presence in his room. but the buzz of a phone cuts through sleep like nothing else these days, at least once he's had enough to gain consciousness without incident, and he stirs fairly quickly after it's sent.
as soon as he's awake, Cloak untangles itself, goes for the door, and disappears off downstairs. if Logan's still in the building, he'll have company soon enough. Stephen's still too groggy to know to check one way or the other.
not quite so groggy that he's not checking his messages though. the two texts he finds aren't the emergency they could've been, but he's still frowning. ]
Did you run into a salesman on the way
[ where's this phone know-how come from logan please. wait. ]
[ some movement from upstairs: a small sound of scuffle and a swear as he trips over the shoes he forgot he'd kicked haphazardly off right next to his feet. this would be a great time to have, I don't know, a cloak. that cares.
all aforementioned cloak bothers to do after sinking its collar, Tired and regretting parenthood, is float over to hover at the bottom of the stairs.
apparently, an ancient outerwear proverb is "you made your bed, lie in it. but only so long and you're not going to fall down the stairs and break something, I'll catch you at that point." Wong seems to abide by the same wisdom and barely does more than cast a glance up towards the source of the noise before returning to his scripture. ]
[ Damn it, Logan needs to stop being concerned about everyone in his life.
Except that's part of turning a new leaf, right? God, he wishes it wasn't.
In any case, seeing Wong pay it no heed beyond the bare minimum means it probably isn't anything Stephen hasn't done before. Which, of course, triggers a small sigh as Logan empties the last of his second cup this unearthly early in the morning, then excuses himself (to which Wong seems not to care too much about).
By the time he gets to where Cloak's been waiting, Stephen's already been caught by it. Logan wanted to leave before he got downstairs, but clearly he should have known better. ]
[ Cloak's collected him halfway up the flight and he's now half walking, half levitating, the remaining steps - so it doesn't matter too much when he stops paying attention to the walking part at the sound of Logan's voice.
Stephen concentrates on the lightly frowning, the cloak deals with the rest. ]
... You're here.
[ a moment. let him mull that one over. ]
You... [ let him figure this one out... ] drove? Here?
[ is that? correct? you actually. drove? at... this'o'clock? here? for why? he seems baffled. that's because he is, in fact, baffled. hovering a few steps up and baffled. ]
[ Hearing (post?) wasted Stephen is... well, Logan doesn't know what a religious experience would feel like except theoretically, but maybe it's something like this. With his expression going soft and his heart feeling a little fuller.
He's. Logan doesn't know what he is.
But he feels awkward because of it, and lifts a hand to rub at his neck. ]
You said you were upset, you weren't fine, you couldn't breathe.
[ He realises this may not have been literal, but... still. ] Just wanted to be sure you were okay.
[ Stephen's face folds further, frown a deep and pronounced thing as he tries to think back to feeling any of those things, let alone feeling them out loud to Logan, in the last however many hours. no... no, he's -
oh.
oh.
oh my god. a sudden snort and his frown clears, smile cracking open in its place as he remembers, slots it together. brows quirk in place of laughter, pitch of his voice climbing up half an octave. yes, he might still be at least a little wasted, but all that comes out is. ]
You thought I was talking about fruit.
[ and it was wonderful, and the tittering that followed was Cloak's best opportunity to confiscate his phone and wrap him up for a nap, and he's capable of recognising and articulating none of this now and will feel no inclination to do so later so it goes unsaid.
just as the sincerity in Logan's admission, and actions, goes unrecognised. sort of. the rising glee in his expression settles a little, softens out. his words are fuzzy at their edges as the seed of a gratitude he'll find and nurse later on is planted, his topics mixed, but. ]
I wasn't talking about fruit. You didn't need to come all the way out here.
[ but he's glad. he's obviously glad. and how often does Stephen Strange bother to smile? ]
[ It's not often that Stephen smiles at all, no. The rarity of it all is what has Logan some version of stupefied just looking at him, before he realises that-- oh, it's his turn to talk, and.
And. God. He's not meant to be awake at this time of the evening-morning. ]
I know I didn't need to. [ He shrugs, hands landing absently on his own waist. ] I wanted to.
[ Then, a sigh. ] Wong told me it wasn't about fruit, too. And he told me about the smartphone.
[ Sort of awkwardly, he reaches up to rub his thumb over the tip of his nose. ]
It's just. You weren't supposed to come down while I was still here.
[ Stephen's waking up, slowly but surely, and as the haze of sleep shakes off the looseness of the drink has its chance for some time in the sun. there's play in him, and none of the usual restraint used to funnel it off into sharper channels.
right now, image protection doesn't seem to be high on the agenda. he floats down the rest of stairs and is set to his socked feet with a clumsy grace. having fun. ]
You wanted to come all the way over here to not see me? I didn't know you and Wong were that close.
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it's this important to YOU. You just don't know it yet
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OK.
So what kind of mobile?
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A smarth phone. Anything. Just walk into a store and say "please help me I need to surf the internet and see emojis" and you'll be golden
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Or a store that also sells phones
Also be careful not to get scammed
wait until we're both free I'll take you phone shopping
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Logan
I have very little faith that you can do this on your own. It will be my pleasure
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HOWLING
not really he's wheezing and making high little keening sounds in the comfort of his own home but it's basically the same thing. this is. Too much ]
I cant breathe
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Fuck this shit. I'm coming over.
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no response? to that. yikes. ]
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He opens the (never locked) door, walks in, and then frowns as he sniffs the air. The Sanctum always smells strange, like something's messing with his natural chemistry, but he catches Stephen regardless and knocks on his door.
(He was sure to nod his head at Wong when he saw him, though.) ]
Stephen. Are you alive?
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Stephen's in a chair in the corner, swaddled by the cloak, dead asleep. ]
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Thank God.
Maybe he lingers a mite longer than he should, but he steps out and closes the door after him quietly (but not without a brief tip of his head to Cloak, too).
Logan's going to go back home without much incident, but before then he'll find wherever Wong is. Wong probably knows about smartphones.
...and then, okay, he'll have some tea.
This is left for Stephen to read whenever he decides: ] I'll get an Oppo.
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as soon as he's awake, Cloak untangles itself, goes for the door, and disappears off downstairs. if Logan's still in the building, he'll have company soon enough. Stephen's still too groggy to know to check one way or the other.
not quite so groggy that he's not checking his messages though. the two texts he finds aren't the emergency they could've been, but he's still frowning. ]
Did you run into a salesman on the way
[ where's this phone know-how come from logan please. wait. ]
Why are you coming over
[ wait. times. ]
Did you?? Don't text and drive
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Wong's reading on the other end of the table, and the only reason Logan isn't doing the same is because he doesn't get Sanskrit. ]
I did go. I was worried.
Wong told me about mobiles, though. The Oppo one sounds good for budgets.
[ He affords Cloak a look, like he's looking for advice on something.
Then: ] Go back to sleep.
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all aforementioned cloak bothers to do after sinking its collar, Tired and regretting parenthood, is float over to hover at the bottom of the stairs.
apparently, an ancient outerwear proverb is "you made your bed, lie in it. but only so long and you're not going to fall down the stairs and break something, I'll catch you at that point." Wong seems to abide by the same wisdom and barely does more than cast a glance up towards the source of the noise before returning to his scripture. ]
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Except that's part of turning a new leaf, right? God, he wishes it wasn't.
In any case, seeing Wong pay it no heed beyond the bare minimum means it probably isn't anything Stephen hasn't done before. Which, of course, triggers a small sigh as Logan empties the last of his second cup this unearthly early in the morning, then excuses himself (to which Wong seems not to care too much about).
By the time he gets to where Cloak's been waiting, Stephen's already been caught by it. Logan wanted to leave before he got downstairs, but clearly he should have known better. ]
Couldn't even listen to me, huh.
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Stephen concentrates on the lightly frowning, the cloak deals with the rest. ]
... You're here.
[ a moment. let him mull that one over. ]
You... [ let him figure this one out... ] drove? Here?
[ is that? correct? you actually. drove? at... this'o'clock? here? for why? he seems baffled. that's because he is, in fact, baffled. hovering a few steps up and baffled. ]
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[ Hearing (post?) wasted Stephen is... well, Logan doesn't know what a religious experience would feel like except theoretically, but maybe it's something like this. With his expression going soft and his heart feeling a little fuller.
He's. Logan doesn't know what he is.
But he feels awkward because of it, and lifts a hand to rub at his neck. ]
You said you were upset, you weren't fine, you couldn't breathe.
[ He realises this may not have been literal, but... still. ] Just wanted to be sure you were okay.
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oh.
oh.
oh my god. a sudden snort and his frown clears, smile cracking open in its place as he remembers, slots it together. brows quirk in place of laughter, pitch of his voice climbing up half an octave. yes, he might still be at least a little wasted, but all that comes out is. ]
You thought I was talking about fruit.
[ and it was wonderful, and the tittering that followed was Cloak's best opportunity to confiscate his phone and wrap him up for a nap, and he's capable of recognising and articulating none of this now and will feel no inclination to do so later so it goes unsaid.
just as the sincerity in Logan's admission, and actions, goes unrecognised. sort of. the rising glee in his expression settles a little, softens out. his words are fuzzy at their edges as the seed of a gratitude he'll find and nurse later on is planted, his topics mixed, but. ]
I wasn't talking about fruit. You didn't need to come all the way out here.
[ but he's glad. he's obviously glad. and how often does Stephen Strange bother to smile? ]
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And. God. He's not meant to be awake at this time of the evening-morning. ]
I know I didn't need to. [ He shrugs, hands landing absently on his own waist. ] I wanted to.
[ Then, a sigh. ] Wong told me it wasn't about fruit, too. And he told me about the smartphone.
[ Sort of awkwardly, he reaches up to rub his thumb over the tip of his nose. ]
It's just. You weren't supposed to come down while I was still here.
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[ Stephen's waking up, slowly but surely, and as the haze of sleep shakes off the looseness of the drink has its chance for some time in the sun. there's play in him, and none of the usual restraint used to funnel it off into sharper channels.
right now, image protection doesn't seem to be high on the agenda. he floats down the rest of stairs and is set to his socked feet with a clumsy grace. having fun. ]
You wanted to come all the way over here to not see me? I didn't know you and Wong were that close.
[ ha ha. ]
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