Working It Off - OTA (Warning: emo feral is emo... and sweaty)
Having left the cell block, Logan barely realized where he was going until he found himself at the gym. Yes.... That was good. He had to do something - anything to get his mind off this. Taking off his shirt, he tossed it aside - and kicked off his shoes, too, for good measure. The less getting in his way, the better. Piling on the weights until they were enough to tax even him, he began exercising. And he didn't stop.
He had a son. All this time, he'd had a son, and he hadn't even known. Maybe if he'd checked Itsu's body... Or if he'd come in sooner, maybe she wouldn't have been killed at all. If he hadn't married her; if he hadn't gotten her pregnant... Everything he'd kept buried all these years - the pain and the doubt, the guilt - had come back to haunt him. The fact that his son seemed to be a homicidal fuckhead wasn't even sinking in yet, though that too began to tickle the edges of his conscious, making him wonder about who he was a lot more than he wanted to.
Dinnertime came and went, and Logan kept going. He needed to wear himself out, no matter how long it took. More weights; more force. Anything to stop thinking. Almost, he'd had a family. Almost - and then he'd lost it all. What had been meant to make everything perfect again had turned into a complete fucking disaster. He'd fucked up. Again. And he couldn't help wonder if Victor had been right all this time. Maybe that kind of life just wasn't for them. Maybe Logan was the one refusing to be what he was, the only thing he could be - the only thing he was any good at.
He had a son. All this time, he'd had a son, and he hadn't even known. Maybe if he'd checked Itsu's body... Or if he'd come in sooner, maybe she wouldn't have been killed at all. If he hadn't married her; if he hadn't gotten her pregnant... Everything he'd kept buried all these years - the pain and the doubt, the guilt - had come back to haunt him. The fact that his son seemed to be a homicidal fuckhead wasn't even sinking in yet, though that too began to tickle the edges of his conscious, making him wonder about who he was a lot more than he wanted to.
Dinnertime came and went, and Logan kept going. He needed to wear himself out, no matter how long it took. More weights; more force. Anything to stop thinking. Almost, he'd had a family. Almost - and then he'd lost it all. What had been meant to make everything perfect again had turned into a complete fucking disaster. He'd fucked up. Again. And he couldn't help wonder if Victor had been right all this time. Maybe that kind of life just wasn't for them. Maybe Logan was the one refusing to be what he was, the only thing he could be - the only thing he was any good at.