Brea was honestly having a little trouble processing everything. It was almost like all of the panic, all of the fear, all of the worry had been locked away during the kidnapping so that he could rescue Logan and Corey without getting distracted by his own fears. Once it was all over, those emotions seemed unwilling to come out so he could properly address them, and honestly he wasn’t trying very hard to force them out. It was an awful time, one Corey still hadn’t woken up from, and he knew that it would have lingering effects that had nothing to do with any physical injuries. In fact, the first of those effects were already obvious in Logan, and it tore at his heart that he didn’t know how to make it better.
Once he’d managed to convince her to go back to school rather than the hospital, Brea wasn’t surprised when she didn’t want to be in her own room. He honestly didn’t want to let her out of his sight anyway, and whatever he could do to try and assuage her fear was something he was very willing to do. She wasn’t sleeping very well, though he knew this because he himself wasn’t sleeping particularly well either. He kept seeing Logan tied up, kept seeing her unable to get a breath, while the ropes only tightened more and more in his hands. He shuddered to think what would have happened if it hadn’t been for her magic, though his mind was quick to get creative during the times he actually managed to fall asleep and laid out a variety of potential outcomes in his dreams. Not to mention tossing his twin in there, as if he could ever forget how close he’d come to losing her too.
All of this he kept carefully hidden from Logan, instead offering her the same strength and calm that he’d possessed during the rescue. He was there for every nightmare, there for every panic attack. He made sure when they went out that he was right by her side, though to be fair they hadn’t left his dorm that often. Only to go to the hospital really. Neither of them were ready for anything else, not yet.
Tonight had been one of the nights when he couldn’t seem to fall asleep even enough to bring on one of the nightmares, so he’d wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water and in the hope of not disturbing Logan. He should have known something would wake her, of course, and as soon as he heard her scream he cursed himself for being so stupid. Abandoning the glass, he hurried back into his room, heart immediately clenching as Logan’s terrified expression greeted him. “I’m here,” he assured her, crossing the room quickly and wrapping his arms around her. “I just went to get a drink.” His hands moved through her hair soothingly as Brea tried to ease his girlfriend’s shaking. “Corey is safe. You’re safe. We got you out,” he told her, which had become a sort of mantra whenever there was a trigger or bad night now.