Don't blame ya, pal Logan thought as he heard Ragnar confess about feeling awful in the aftermath of the nightmares. Yer speakin' fer both of us.
He waited for Ragnar's explicit invitation before entering the darkened room; the Space Wolf may have thought he was nervous about being inside but he would correct that misinterpretation. His eyes alone would make things clear. "Yer not tha only one havin' trouble gettin' a good sleep tonight," the Canadian growled softly as he closed the door behind him and strode towards Blackmane's bed. He took a seat on an unoccupied space and cast his bloodshot gaze at the wolf-like warrior.
He remembered the sensation of the cold water lapping at his skin and the colder needles burrowing into his bones; the sudden surge of heat that followed was like every drop of blood in his body were suddenly turned to magma and the walls of every blood vessel were being incinerated. He gritted his teeth subtly as he forced the images out of his mind; I could really use some bourbon right now...