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Wyatt noticed now that he was having trouble, and he quietly slid from Logan's arms, to help him to shallower water. "Leg cramped?" he asked, knowingly.
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Logan nodded through the pain, it was harder to move by the second he was glad that Wyatt helped him to the shallow end, "Thanks..." he said finally being able to move slowly on one leg.
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Wyatt sat him down on the stairs in the shallow end, so he could relax. He sat beside him, feeling the awkwardness from before returning even though he wasn't being held anymore. He was glad he had an optimal amount of control over the way his body reacted, or he would not be very decent right now...
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Logan sat down with a small gasp, his muscle tightened even more now. "Sorry," he kept apologizing, "It's never gotten this bad before." he massaged his leg as much as he could but it felt like it wasn't helping as much as he wanted it to.
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"It's fine..." Wyatt studied him as he tried to massage the muscles, noting the agony on his face. "..." He coughed slightly, knowing this would sound awkward. "Do you want me to try? I can help."
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Logan was in no place to reject anything at this moment, all he wanted was for his leg to stop throbbing. So when Wyatt asked he simply lifted his leg into Wyatt's hand, a small hiss escaping his lips.
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Wyatt's discomfort only heightened at this point. He gingerly turned Logan's leg at an odd angle and began to press at his muscles, massaging them in odd, varying directions. This served to stretch the muscle out and soothe it from the 'knot' it had gotten itself into.
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Logan's sore feeling soon evaporated at Wyatt's touch, every once and a while a sting of pain would come back but as time passed it grew more relaxed. "Thank-you..." he said quietly as he let him continue to make it feel better, he knew it'd probably still be sore for some time.
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"You are welcome." Wyatt didn't lift his fingers from Logan's leg. Instead, he continued his work, waiting patiently for him to feel completely relaxed again and not so sore.
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Logan sighed now letting his body relax, he let his elbows rest on the edge of the pool, "I don't deserve for you to be so nice to me..." he was feeling over guilty for the fact that he was so mean to Wyatt before, and now Wyatt was being very kind to him.
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"I choose who I want to be polite to," Wyatt explained, rather vaguely. He always seemed to be vauge, and somewhat blunt. "I am usually polite, unless I'm crossed in a terrible way..." At least, he tried to be. His tone often transformed what he said.
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Logan smiled a bit, "I will do whatever I can to repay you..." he nodded to Wyatt letting him know he'd be okay for now, he got himself out of the pool, dripping wet and stood a bit unsteadily. "Is there anything I can do now?" he was curious to hear if there was any way he could help Wyatt.
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Wyatt faltered. "...You don't have to repay me..." he replied, firmly. "Unless you want to...in which case, I'm open to anything..." He stood up and scuttled out of the pool as well. He shook his hair out, like a dog, and then wrapped his arms around himself again. There really was barely anything to him, bodily.
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Logan thought for a moment about what he could do, but nothing came up, then it occurred to him that Wyatt must be freezing. "Here you must be cold," he fetched his own towel and gave it to Wyatt, somehow Wyatt's had been lost in the shuffle. "What does anything include exactly?" Logan was curious, he had no idea what Wyatt could want.
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"Thank you..." Wyatt gratefully wrapped the towel around himself, shivering a bit. Through the curtains his wet bangs made, Wyatt glanced at Logan, and shrugged. "Anything and everything. What 'anything and everything' turns out to be is entirely up to you."
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"You'll warm up faster in the sauna," Logan said as he hobbled over in that direction, "But you do realize, I can't read your mind as to what you might actually want." He was a bit confused at his idea of doing anything.
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Wyatt followed him, watching him to make sure he wouldn't fall over. "If you would like a few hints, I can dole just a few out, other than what you've already observed about me. Only three. Books, games, and...sweets." The last one seemed to have a hint of emphasis on him. He rarely got sweets, since his mother disliked sugar and tried to keep it out of the house.
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Logan let out a laugh as he held the sauna door open for Wyatt to walk in, "If you wanted sweets you should have just told me, we probably have anything you could have ever wanted already downstairs in the kitchen."
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Wyatt shuffled in, standing aside at once so Logan could enter as well. "Oh, I think you would be surprised. I am a master eater of sweets. One kind of every sweet in the world that I crave couldn't fit in one kitchen."
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Logan made his way past Wyatt and sat on the wood bench, he always loved the smell of the sauna, it was like-- smoked wood. He moved over so Wyatt could sit back to him, "Haha, we'll have to taste that theory, give me a list and we'll see what we can do." he was of course joking, but he was sure that they had more than the average person would.
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Wyatt sat down next to him uncertainly. He didn't pay attention to the smell. Instead, he was staring off into the distance, running a few things over in his mind. It was what he did when there was nothing else to do, really. Double-checking everything he'd done today.
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Logan leaned back a bit more relaxed than he had been a few moments ago, he let out a sigh in the silence. He had thought that Wyatt would be a bit more talkative by now, "Something up? You're so quiet."
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"No, nothing is 'up.' I simply don't know what to talk about. If you want to talk about something, we certainly can." Wyatt glanced over at him, his eyes a bit more lively than they had been out at the pool. Swimming was something he wasn't comfortable with, since he rarely did it.
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Logan laughed closing his eyes as he threw his head back, "Sometimes I wonder if you are from this planet, you look at me as if I speak a different language sometimes... and you are so prim and proper about everything." Logan's posture was very relaxed right now unlike Wyatt's his legs were spread and his arms slung back. "Just relax, a bit okay?" he said still smiling.
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The only sign that Wyatt was ever relaxing was the fact that he slouched. A lot. All the time, actually. It was from constantly bending over his laptops and sitting down to play video games. He had terrible posture when it came to his back. "I am relaxed..."
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