Climbing off the bed, I stand there waiting, rubbing a tired hand over my face and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and why Logan all the sudden sounds like a crazy person. I startle at the sound of his voice- at how harsh and brittle it sounds, my hands dropping away from my eyes and I look down at him completely fucking confused.
"What? What the fuck, I'm just standing here, Logan."
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Date: 2007-03-25 10:31 pm (UTC)"What? What the fuck, I'm just standing here, Logan."