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It seemed strange to Logan that people disliked being kissed by him with such a passion. Everyone except Neil, that is. He, for the most part, still seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. Logan supposed he should be grateful for that at least. Everyone else though... Well, Joe had yelled at him, Veronica had slapped him… Really, if was enough to make a man think he was losing his touch.
"I used to be hot," he told Linus. "Girls loved me, I always had someone to make out with… Even when I didn't want people to like me they did. I was desirable, man."
The dog simply tilted his head, not knowing what to make of his master's speech.
"What the hell happened, man?" he laughed bitterly. "When did I become this married loser? I'm twenty years old, I should be… I should still be doing stuff. Instead I can't look at another person without this, like... This, uh, fear of losing my boyfriend forever. Fear of losing him and, like, dying alone and unwanted. Well screw it, man. Screw it. I am desirable. I still have it," he insisted, not that the dog seemed to care either way.
It all might have seemed unusual to a passer-by, at least at first. Before they noticed the half-empty bottle of moonshine Logan had somehow pilfered anyway.
"I'm gonna prove it too," he told the puppy, pointing at it. "You just watch."
(Fair warning. If you tag this, Logan is very likely to try and snog you. Really, he doesn't care if you're married, taken, ect. So if you want him to try and not succeed, just let me know. Open to all, late tags and ST very welcome as it is oh so very late. The boy is depressed and just wont stop yapping in my head tonight.)
"I used to be hot," he told Linus. "Girls loved me, I always had someone to make out with… Even when I didn't want people to like me they did. I was desirable, man."
The dog simply tilted his head, not knowing what to make of his master's speech.
"What the hell happened, man?" he laughed bitterly. "When did I become this married loser? I'm twenty years old, I should be… I should still be doing stuff. Instead I can't look at another person without this, like... This, uh, fear of losing my boyfriend forever. Fear of losing him and, like, dying alone and unwanted. Well screw it, man. Screw it. I am desirable. I still have it," he insisted, not that the dog seemed to care either way.
It all might have seemed unusual to a passer-by, at least at first. Before they noticed the half-empty bottle of moonshine Logan had somehow pilfered anyway.
"I'm gonna prove it too," he told the puppy, pointing at it. "You just watch."
(Fair warning. If you tag this, Logan is very likely to try and snog you. Really, he doesn't care if you're married, taken, ect. So if you want him to try and not succeed, just let me know. Open to all, late tags and ST very welcome as it is oh so very late. The boy is depressed and just wont stop yapping in my head tonight.)