Wyatt spared a glance upwards. It was cloudy out tonight so there wasn't much to see at the moment, but had it been clear, this spot was perfect for stargazing. That was something Wyatt enjoyed doing when he was bored, as well as watching clouds and their ever-changing shapes during the day. "I see...I usually sit out on my roof when I want to look at the stars," he informed him, amused. He would shimmy out of his window onto the roof...precarious, but worth it.

Logan let out a laugh suddenly, "So you're telling me you're brave enough to climb out onto your roof, but you won't jump off a little swing?" he couldn't help himself, he found it quite peculiar.

"I injured myself jumping off of a swing. I have yet to injure myself while heading out to the roof to stargaze," Wyatt explained, shortly. He noticed a small patch of clouds that had parted above them, revealing a nice selection of stars.

Logan let out a sigh, and didn't bother picking at Wyatt anymore. Now that the sky was clearing he couldn't get enough of gazing out at the stars, he stretched out across the grass, he loved the feeling of it against his skin. He did keep an eye on Wyatt out of the corner of his eye, hoping he was enjoying himself now, he knew that he could be annoying sometimes.

Wyatt had a peaceful look on his face. It was different than his usual blank look. He actually showed some kind of emotion, and a clear fascination with what was above him. One dream of Wyatt's was to go into space. And travel, searching for new planets and the like.

After sometime Logan's gave had been completely fixed on Wyatt who had a peaceful look on his face, quite similar to when he was sleeping. "You know..." Logan said quietly, "If you laid down, it won't hurt your neck so much to look up like that." he smiled lightly before returning his gaze back to the stars hoping that Wyatt didn't notice he was staring the whole time.

Wyatt didn't notice--he'd been too focused on the stars. Shifting, he lowered himself onto the ground, his back cracking slightly. He usually didn't lay down on his back. He always slept on his side. Truly, though, it was much more comfortable gazing at the stars this way than sitting up.

When Wyatt went to lay down and he heard the crack in his back Logan wanted to turn and ask him if it was okay but then he decided against it, the moment was too nice being silent to open his mouth again. Instead he contently lay there his eyes connecting the stars together idly. After sometime had passed in silence he returned to looking at Wyatt, for some reason he found him more distracting than anything else, as he couldn't stop himself from following the natural soft lines of his skin.

Wyatt noticed the staring this time. He didn't say anything, since he really didn't mind it at this point. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the sky. Occasionally, he would reach up towards the sky, like he was attempting to touch or move something. Or block a star or two out of his vision momentarily.

While staring at Wyatt for some point of time he noticed that he was moving his arm out above his face, and after passing many possibilities of what he might be doing through his mind he couldn't figure it out and had to blurt out something, "What are you doing?" he asked with an odd expression, now he had done it clearly Wyatt would know he was staring now.

Wyatt didn't mind the staring, so he didn't comment on it. Instead, he smiled again. "Imagining what it would be like to touch such bright light, and harness its abilities...I've always been fascinated by the concept of space...one of my many dreams is to one day go up into space."

As Wyatt talked Logan kept his eyes on him, and more in particular his lips, that he watched moving just as softly as his voice. "That would be pretty exciting, but how do you mean... do you want to be an astronaut or do you just want to use your money to get a ticket up?"

"I don't want to be an astronaut, no. I just think it would be nice to one day head up into space," Wyatt amended, softly. He dropped his arm, slowly, and resumed his studying the sky.

"I like the idea of not actually being able to see it in actuality like that... for instance the constellations..." he moved a bit closer to Wyatt and moved his hand up to the sky in his eye line as well. "We get to see the stars painted in the sky like a canvas, and relate to them to something other than what they actually are." He pointed the big and little dipper, ursa minor and ursa major, depicted as bears. "There's some beauty to not knowing..." For once Logan wasn't thinking too hard about what he was saying, and he wasn't afraid to let his intelligence show.

"I would like to know as much as I possibly can. Ignorance is not bliss..." Wyatt reasoned, closing his eyes briefly. He was getting tired. "I want to know why our world works the way it does. How stars fully work, and why they exist...what caused the Big Bang..."

Logan found Wyatt's analytical way of thinking to be very drab, "Sometimes facts aren't everything." was all that he said, Logan knew fully that he would get into a debate about it if he wasn't so lazy right now. Logan had a very romantic view on life, and he liked it that way, he didn't like to complicate it if he didn't have to with facts.

Wyatt felt that facts were everything. But that was because he didn't allow emotion to interfere with most of his thought processes. Emotion made great thinkers weak.

Logan's thoughts became plagued by the disagreement they just had, in fact they had been on opposite ends of the opinion for most topics of discussion, and not only that but in the way that they lived their life. He sat up with a contemplating look on his face, did this mean that they would never get along, and that all of Logan's feelings were not going to be recognized due to his need to disagree. He bit his lip, nothing had even happened yet, but he already felt like he was wrecking the chance for anything to come out of it.

Wyatt fixed him with a puzzled sort of stare. "...? Something seems to be on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, somewhat gently. He seemed to already suspect what was bothering him...their constant being at ends, and disagreeing with each other.

Logan ran a hand through his hair and ruffled it shaking of the feeling that was overwhelming him, "Oh, no. I'm fine, don't worry about it." he offered a small smile although he wasn't looking Logan's direction, he rested his arms on his knees and his chin upon his hands. He would need to be okay, he would eventually be okay, but right now looking at Wyatt only made him feel worse.

Wyatt sat up, and then shuffled closer to Logan. He wrapped his arms about his waist, in an awkward but affectionate sort of hug. "If something is bothering you...you should talk to me," he murmured, quietly.

Logan was shocked by the feeling of Wyatt's arms about his waist, which made him huff, he couldn't be mad or upset at Wyatt when he did something like that. "Okay," he said out into the open air not turning to address Wyatt, "I just, don't get it, were nothing alike... and we don't even get along well, you probably find me incredibly annoying by this point... It's just really frustrating and I feel like I'm messing everything up.. like I always do..." Logan was going on a tangent once again, it would be hard to stop him from spiralling.

Wyatt took note of this. He shifted his arms a little and playfully poked and tickled at his sides, in an attempt to distract him from what was upsetting him. "Just because we are not alike does not mean that we cannot get along and more. Opposites attract, after all. Simply try to whack your insecurities away. I haven't run away yet, have I?" he added, tilting his head.

Logan didn't expect the reaction from Wyatt that he received, his body wriggled at the touch that made his body tingle. "Ahh, what are you doing," he said moving more drastically as it became more sensitive, he was now well within Wyatt's space and his own body had turned away from his hands leaving him facing Wyatt. Being in such close proximity he couldn't look Wyatt in the eye, "I guess you're right..." he averted his eyes downwards, he wasn't quite sure if that was true, but he'd try to believe it was.

Wyatt rested his head on Logan's shoulder, closing his eyes. "We will have to wait and see. It is unwise to judge how things are going so quickly, so soon..." he reminded him, eyes unblinking. "...We should head back soon."