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Life without Joe was harder some days. It was strange, really, since it wasn't as if Logan had seen him every day while he'd been there- yet he missed him a little every day now that he wasn't. Some days were worse than others, and this morning had been hard. He'd found himself glaring at the man's guitar, and then sitting out on the front porch, looking at his old hut. His emotions were still a constant mix of anger and sadness when he thought about Joe Dick- and in the end he decided he just needed to make himself think of something else.
He'd passed all of his pot onto House- a choice he sometimes found himself regretting and questioning- so getting stoned enough to forget wasn't an option. There was moonshine, of course, but as immature as Logan still was sometimes, even he knew that wasn't the answer this time.
Jack was busy working on something, and though usually he'd have shoved it out of the way and forced the other man to distract him, he knew that with the baby coming, he shouldn't. If Jack was that focused, it had to be important- and he knew the other man would come to him eventually.
In the end he decided to make himself useful for a change, and he made his way to the compound to do his and Jack's laundry.
Sitting on the floor, he leaned back against the washer he was currently using. He had one load already going, and another finished and folded in the basket beside him. To his left was a small stack of books, almost all of them about parenting. Silently he flipped through one, half-reading, and half wondering if you could really learn about raising babies from a book. It seemed so stupid to him. After all, it wasn't like all babies were the same, right? And what if their baby didn't like being rocked to sleep or the smell of lavender? What good was a book then?
Closing the book, he put it aside and frowned to himself. Maybe he'd ask Anne sometime how she'd managed with Matthew- if she'd read books or just, you know, known.
The washer shook a little, and the empty laundry basket he'd left on top of it slid and bounced off his head, causing him to swear under his breath and glare at nothing in particular. Proving in an instant that while this older Logan may have been more mature, he still had a temper, and he gave the basket a kick before slumping against the washer again.
(Good time to meet him!)
He'd passed all of his pot onto House- a choice he sometimes found himself regretting and questioning- so getting stoned enough to forget wasn't an option. There was moonshine, of course, but as immature as Logan still was sometimes, even he knew that wasn't the answer this time.
Jack was busy working on something, and though usually he'd have shoved it out of the way and forced the other man to distract him, he knew that with the baby coming, he shouldn't. If Jack was that focused, it had to be important- and he knew the other man would come to him eventually.
In the end he decided to make himself useful for a change, and he made his way to the compound to do his and Jack's laundry.
Sitting on the floor, he leaned back against the washer he was currently using. He had one load already going, and another finished and folded in the basket beside him. To his left was a small stack of books, almost all of them about parenting. Silently he flipped through one, half-reading, and half wondering if you could really learn about raising babies from a book. It seemed so stupid to him. After all, it wasn't like all babies were the same, right? And what if their baby didn't like being rocked to sleep or the smell of lavender? What good was a book then?
Closing the book, he put it aside and frowned to himself. Maybe he'd ask Anne sometime how she'd managed with Matthew- if she'd read books or just, you know, known.
The washer shook a little, and the empty laundry basket he'd left on top of it slid and bounced off his head, causing him to swear under his breath and glare at nothing in particular. Proving in an instant that while this older Logan may have been more mature, he still had a temper, and he gave the basket a kick before slumping against the washer again.
(Good time to meet him!)