Logan was laying on your chest after a particularly stressful day at the X-Mansion. The kids at the Xavier's institute were always planning on doing anything but listening to the art and history lesson, always doing anything to make him loose his temper.

But now, lulled by your heartbeat and your touch trough his mutton chops was helping him relax in a way he'd never thought possible.

He let out a low, animalistic noise, almost a whine, settling comfortably against your chest, enjoying the warmth as he turned out the rest of the world. A soft, contented purr began vibrating in his chest, a sound that spoke the utter contentment and the rare sense of safety he was feeling.

His body tensed as he became conscious, and he cleared his throat as you giggled about how he looked like an overgrown kitten with attachments issues. Logan couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up on his neck, his whole face becoming red.

" 'M not purrin'," he brushed it off, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "It's just... Outside. Animals doin' whatever they're doin'." But even as he said that, he didn't pull away. He couldn't pull away.