Relief came in the form of taking care of a basic need. After a few moments more, and a pit stop to wash his hands, Logan made his way out of the bathroom and across the hall to where he slept (most days) and changed his clothes. His unionall would be traded for shorts, tee shirt exchanged for a clean one.
Actions were slow and a few times he had to stop and catch himself on anything within reach, nearly falling over from loss of balance only once.
When that was done Logan trudged back to where he’d left Ehren. In the dim apartment he lost a bit of focus on the other man but eventually he came to stand before him. His hair was stuck to his face from the rain but otherwise he was dry. “Thanks.”