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[runaway_logan]

No bruises tonight, no bumps either. The only thing Logan was sporting was a single bright red burn on the palm of his hand. A cigar burn, pretty bad one too, but Logan had done his best to clean it before wrapping it sloppily and heading out into the night

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[blackhole_heart]

Bruise still blooming dark blue and sickly yellow-green across my jaw, skin tender and swollen, I'm not gonna be hooking anyone tonight. Not that I'd want to. It was just one slip up, right? One slip up, and now I'm back on the straight and narrow. Well, now I'm working my shit job at that shit sandwich shop and trying not to feel like I'm drowning. Some kind of whiny, self-loathing bullshit, but I can't help feeling like I'm slipping.

I just wanna go home. Don't wanna drink. Don't wanna fuck some stranger. And I sure as shit don't wanna see Logan fucking Echolls, but there he is, turning down the alley.

I've got half a mind to turn tail and walk away. But I don't. I stand in a shaft of lamplight, drawing deep on a cigarette, and watching blankly as he comes my way.

Should've stayed home.

[runaway_logan]

Logan didn't see Neil until he was nearly face to face with the other boy, looking up and meeting his gaze. He was silent as he brushed past, deliberately knocking the other boy's shoulder with his own as he walked on down the dimly lit and dirty alley.

[blackhole_heart]

"You oughta come by, get your money if you want it. Don't really think it should be sittin' in my drawer anymore," I mutter flatly, teeth clinching, hands shaking when I bring my cigarette up to my lips.

[runaway_logan]

"Guess it's not like you need it now, huh? Back to sucking dick and all, I guess you won't have any problems paying the bills," Logan snapped, turning on his heel to look at Neil.

[maintain_right]

"The streets aren't entirely safe yet," said Fraser out of the darkness. He straightened up, having bent to flick a stray wrapper from his boot. "You ought not to go out alone."

[runaway_logan]

Logan paused at the fairly familiar voice and rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself," he replied confidently, stepping into the flickering yellow light of one of the few street lamps that dotted the ally. A small patch of brightness on an otherwise pitch black street.

[maintain_right]

"Of course." Still, Fraser made no move to continue on. "Perhaps you'd accompany me anyway. Dief's not been much for conversation tonight."

[runaway_logan]

"I'm not stupid," Logan said stubbornly, arms folded over his chest. "You just want an excuse to walk with me, you don't think I can handle myself."

He scowled a little and shook his head. "I'm not a kid. Don't try and treat me like one."