【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Logan made arrangements for his time away from Wolverine and started preparing for the return journey.His hometown is near the Canadian Rocky Mountains, an unknown but pleasant town. He and Victor jointly inherited the farm of his late parents, but Logan only wanted a house in the deep forest.He thought very simply, and planned to take Scott to live there for a few weeks, and enjoy the world of two with his lover.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he thought, and Scott's sudden headache and ensuing vision loss made them postpone this plan indefinitely.

After Hank checked Scott, he just told him to take medicine at a fixed time and pay more attention to rest. Scott would not let himself affect the affairs of the publishing house, but he was still forced by Jean to go home to recuperate. The writer who had a big vacation was nestled in the apartment and seemed a little idle.

The picture in front of him seemed to be mixed with different shades of red and fell on his retina. The young man blinked his dry eyes, and those blurred scenes gradually became clear.The elevated eye pressure made him uncomfortable, and he had grown used to the ever-present dizziness and nausea.Although doctors say dark rooms need to be avoided, he can't look directly into natural light—a paradoxical ailment.

The lights in their house were getting dimmer, and Logan remembered Hank saying it was best not to let Scott be in such an environment, but even with the lights on, Scott could only close his eyes, and he would be in absolute darkness at that time.

Logan once covered his eyes when Scott was not at home, and the pure darkness seemed to suck him in. Logan was tense, unable to judge the time and direction, which made the usually calm man panic.He stood up and took two steps. Although he was in a familiar environment, he would be caught by furniture when he went to the bathroom a few steps away, and the frustration of not being able to move freely swept his body.Frightened, irritable, and confused, Logan froze in place, unable to move, feeling like he had lost the whole world. Scott has already experienced the wonderful world, and he has observed beauty and love so carefully that Logan can't imagine his mood now, but it will definitely not be as nonchalant as Scott said.

"Fuck." Logan angrily tore off the blindfold, and the twisted and infinitely extended room in the darkness returned to its normal size. The man gritted his teeth, his heart throbbing, and he sat down on the ground suddenly, his inner boredom oppressing him. Not angry.

At night, Scott, who was hit by a severe migraine, woke up suddenly. He felt a sour taste rushing up from his stomach. The young man covered his mouth and turned over and lifted the quilt, almost rolling off the bed. Scott didn't even have time to turn on the light to touch his glasses, he hunched over and stumbled towards the bathroom, throwing up on the toilet seat.

Jim screamed and ran towards his master, but was stopped by Logan: "Shhh, Jimmy, you go to rest and leave it to me?" The man knelt down and stroked the back of the anxious dog, soothing road.

Jim looked at Logan with wet eyes, and it was pushed by the man, then whimpered a few times and sat a little further away, but didn't leave.

Logan turned back and stood by the bathroom door without turning on the light.In the dark bathroom, only the wet tiles reflected weak and fragmented light. Scott knelt on the tile floor, and Logan heard Scott let out a muffled curse as the teen's body heaved up and down from panting heavily.

The sound of footsteps came to Scott's side, Logan knelt down and handed Scott a glass of warm water, and only let go after confirming that he had caught it firmly. Scott rinsed the disgusting sour taste out of his mouth and looked a little better.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah." Scott nodded, he propped himself up, walked to the sink and washed his face.

"Go back to sleep when you feel better." Logan approached him, and his warm palms landed on his shoulders lightly and gently. Logan suppressed his full of worries, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

"Logan," Scott called to Logan, who turned around, "What?"

Scott spread his hands on the wet and cold marble countertop, and said muffledly: "That plan... Take me to your hometown to see."

Scott didn't turn, and Logan could only see his silhouette behind him.The young man's voice was very soft and hoarse: "I don't want to waste my vacation."

The silence didn't last long.

"Okay." Logan saw Scott's shoulders relaxed with his agreement, and he repeated, "Okay, Scott. You know, the maple leaves in Canada are very beautiful in autumn, you should go there and see .”

After consulting Hank, Logan learned that as long as he took his medicine on time, had more rest, and went on a trip, it would not harm Scott, so he felt relieved. Erik made a phone call and told Scott that he could arrange for a plane escort: "Scott, do you want the MH-60G or the MI-24?"

The corners of Logan's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he looked at Scott, who was also dumbfounded. The latter politely declined the kindness of his over-concerned father: "Oh... no, thank you, no, no, no M114, Logan has a car."

After hanging up the phone, Scott let out a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw Logan with a slightly regretful expression on his face. He smiled and said, "You want to drive M114?"

"Sounds good," Logan whistled. "I'd rather have a lightly armored Humvee than a gunship—whether it's a Pave Hawk or a Doe."

"The advantage is that you never need to say Mayday*?" Scott patted the shoulder of the dessert shop owner who turned into a master of armaments for a second. Logan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, but he just wanted to think about it.He had no doubt that Erik really owned those things, and that if he could get Scott to his destination intact, he would probably be treated better than the president.As for Logan, he's just incidental, and maybe avoids being put in a shipping container because he can provide minor help in taking care of Scott (like food).So, Logan still prefers his own car to the container.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Logan and Scott set off with simple luggage.They raced along the long, seemingly endless highway, which Logan estimated would take them all day.

Scott leaned against the co-pilot, his eyes falling on the rapidly passing scenery.Even though most of the natural light is blocked by glasses, and only a dark red can be seen, experienced writers can still imagine the calm tone of the sun. Scott randomly picked out a landscape from his field of vision, and it was divided and orderly under the open sky. The pastoral scenery is like a piece of beautiful prints, which is refreshing.

Logan actually doesn't like quietness when driving, but instead of turning on the car music, he chats with Scott about the town he hasn't been back to for a long time.From Logan's neutral narrative, Scott sensed his older lover's nervousness. Scott smiled slightly, without prodding.

After walking most of the way, the two drove off the road and rested for a while in the rest area. Logan leaned against the side of the car and waited for the gas tank to fill up. He looked at Scott beside him with a little amusement. The smell of gasoline pervaded the two of them, making the young man wrinkle his nose unconsciously. Scott greeted and stepped out of the shadows, towards the convenience store not far away.

Logan watched the warning light come on, and closed the fuel tank cover in twos and twos. He subconsciously looked for Scott's figure, and soon found his target, he squinted his eyes and stared at the young man who was paying the bill inside the glass door.After a while, Scott, who was carrying a plastic bag, pushed open the door reflecting white light and entered into a bright light.

The clear autumn sky was too clear, and Logan stood in the shadows. He felt that the sunlight falling straight down outside was too pure and dazzling, but he didn't move his eyes.The spotless light poured down, and the warm color flowed around the young man walking towards him. The changing brilliance illuminated the ends of Scott's hair and outlined the details of the folds of his clothes. Logan could even see the glistening sweat on his forehead beads.

"Here you are." Scott took out a can from his bag and threw it at Logan before he could walk into the shadow that covered the roof. Logan raised his hand to take it, and Logan's fingers were wetted by the cold drops of water on the side of the metal can. It was a can of Coke. Logan didn't even think about it, he pulled the ring directly, and with a "snap", a sweet liquid mixed with carbon dioxide spewed out from the hole. Logan, who hadn't expected this situation, was a little flustered amidst Scott's laugh.

Sitting back in the car, the two ate some butter cookies and ham bread brought by Logan to replenish their energy. Scott also opened a can of Coke, mixed with the smell of gasoline and sunshine, and the sweet scent wafted from the small bubbles that burst .

*Mayday is an international radio distress signal used by planes and ships in distress. It originated from the French word m'aidez, which means "help me, help me".