[Logan doesn't quite manage to notice the discomfort Charles is feeling, still trying to simultaneously sort through and forget the things he'd seen in his dream. The question hadn't been meant to make Charles feel like an intruder, but with his curt tone it was hard to take it any other way. He was still trying to wake up, and more than half expected some emergency to be the reason the telepath had come woken him.

He looks up, brow knitting slightly as he searches the other man's face at the claim he didn't need anything. It meant, presumably, that he'd come in to check on Logan when he'd heard him, which was... well, it was a little touching.] No. You didn't. [In his hurry to reassure Charles that an apology wasn't necessary, he reaches out, putting his hand on the other man's thigh. He freezes as soon as what he was doing actually sinks in and it takes him a beat to realize where his hand is, react, and then pull his hand away again, definitely drawing way more attention to the innocent gesture than he needed to. Still he was determined to adamantly reassure Charles that he appreciated the concern.] You didn't startle me. The nightmares... they've been happening for years now. I, uh - it's better to be woken up.

[Again he looks up at Charles in the dark, trying to study his face, discern his thoughts. And again he can't help but feel gratitude.] Thanks... [There's another pause and it felt like unspoken words were hanging thickly in the air, just waiting to be said, but Logan's also quick to latch onto the offer of a drink.]

Love one. [He cracks a crooked smile, but doesn't move yet. His pants, his only pants, are on the floor next to the bed.] Meet you in the kitchen?