Logan and Joe before the wedding. - January 13th

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Logan wasn’t sure where Neil was off getting ready, but he was back at the hut pulling on the suit the clothes box had offered up at the last minute. It was all black besides the crisp white button down shirt which Logan was now buttoning up, an uneasy look on his face as he looked at the wall rather then Joe

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[jdick]

"You need some help?" Joe asked, looking at the untied tie hanging around Logan's neck. It was really fucking surreal to be wearing the suit the clothing box had given him for the third time, considering he'd worn a suit fewer times than that in his entire life back home.

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"Uh, yeah... I mean, no, I can do it," Logan said quietly, his hands feeling unsteady as he started to knot the tie. It felt a lot like he was tying a noose. Turning so he was facing Joe compleatly, he forced a smile.

"You think a lot of people are gonna show?" he asked, voice tight and nervous.

[jdick]

"Your friends, Neil's friends," Joe said, his tone a little light and almost forced. In his entire life, he didn't think he'd ever seen any as nervous as Logan looked in that moment. He looked like he was about to snap if Joe said the wrong thing.

"It's not gonna be small, anyway." Maybe not as formal as some of the other weddings on the island, but he doubted it would be as small as Anne and Ariel's had been.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan managed a sloppy half windsor knot and raked his fingers through his hair nervously, causing it to stand on end as he forced another smile and nodded. "Right, right... Cause we invited the whole fucking island. Another brilliant move on my part," he laughed dryly.