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If Logan was honest, which sometimes he was, he'd admit that he'd been a little off lately. Changes in his life had never gone over well, and loss- Well, anyone who'd seen him after his mother's death could have told you just how unstable loss made him.
Joe's disappearance had left him emotionally fucked for longer than he'd likely admit, and even now that he'd made the effort to pull himself together for the sake of Jack and the baby that was on its way, Logan was still not quite right. In some ways he had reverted back to the obnoxious jackass he'd been when he'd first arrived, and though he was trying to repress his old habits, he was still making a mess. He'd been short with Jack more often than usual, and he spent more time at the beach than he did helping to renovate the hut.
In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that he'd given his stash to House, he probably would have spent the past few weeks baked out of his mind.
Sitting in the sand, he watched the waves roll in as the sun came up. He was out even earlier than usual, his wet suit only half zipped and his board stuck in the sand. He'd left Linus home, something he almost never did, and though usually he'd have been out there catching the first waves of the day, today he simply watched them move.
He was trying to let go and move on, but every time it stopped hurting just a little, he simply found himself feeling guilty for not missing the other man, and the cycle would start again.
At home he did his best to seem okay, but out here on his own there was no reason to fake it. Logan rarely cried, but his chest still ached the way it might after hours of sobbing, and his eyes stung as if they were trying to form tears. On the outside though, the young man looked as stoic and calm as he ever managed to look.
(Open to all, of course, but be warned that Logan's even more moody than usual right now.)
Joe's disappearance had left him emotionally fucked for longer than he'd likely admit, and even now that he'd made the effort to pull himself together for the sake of Jack and the baby that was on its way, Logan was still not quite right. In some ways he had reverted back to the obnoxious jackass he'd been when he'd first arrived, and though he was trying to repress his old habits, he was still making a mess. He'd been short with Jack more often than usual, and he spent more time at the beach than he did helping to renovate the hut.
In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that he'd given his stash to House, he probably would have spent the past few weeks baked out of his mind.
Sitting in the sand, he watched the waves roll in as the sun came up. He was out even earlier than usual, his wet suit only half zipped and his board stuck in the sand. He'd left Linus home, something he almost never did, and though usually he'd have been out there catching the first waves of the day, today he simply watched them move.
He was trying to let go and move on, but every time it stopped hurting just a little, he simply found himself feeling guilty for not missing the other man, and the cycle would start again.
At home he did his best to seem okay, but out here on his own there was no reason to fake it. Logan rarely cried, but his chest still ached the way it might after hours of sobbing, and his eyes stung as if they were trying to form tears. On the outside though, the young man looked as stoic and calm as he ever managed to look.
(Open to all, of course, but be warned that Logan's even more moody than usual right now.)