Logan was walking through the halls; angry red blood vessels swarmed over the whites of his eyes as he began to pick up a familiar scent of chemically-tinged nervous sweat. He recognized the person it belonged to; he was right outside that man's door. He placed his ear against the wooden panel and listened closely; the dual-heart thumping was at an even more intense rhythm than his own pulse.
Figures... we both get tha dreams on tha same night... he thought before he knocked gently. "Its Logan... yer alright?" he asked more quietly than usual. He knew the Fenrisian would be able to quickly discern from his scent that they were both in the same boat.
He waited patiently for the larger man's response. I ain't gonna intrude if he wants ta be alone.