Follow me, don’t follow me. (open to friends only)

[echolls_cursed]

Logan's head had stopped pounding less then a day after the accident. He'd taken a hard hit, but he was alright, and other then a small cut and a bruise that was turning a pleasant shade of purple, Logan wasn't looking much worse the wear. He was sleeping a lot though, more then usual even, but he wasn't sure he could blame the bump for that. No, sometimes Logan just didn't like getting out of bed.

For the last hour or so though, he hadn't really been sleeping, just sort of drifting in and out. One minute he was awake and almost ready to get up, and the next he'd roll onto his side and find that perfectly warm spot on the bed... the one that made it all too easily to let his eyes drift shut again. Neil was out, probably walking Max, so there was no one nagging him, no one to tell him to stop being lazy and to go eat something. It was nice, and Logan planned on enjoying it just a little longer.

He'd found that spot again, and he was just about to settle back in for at least another ten minutes of lazing about... when someone said his name.

No, not just someone.

Logan would have recognized that voice anywhere, anytime. He new what it sounded like on film and on the phone, and he knew what it sounded like when the older man was there. Logan knew Aaron Echoll's voice better then anyone else's.

Eyes snapping open, Logan sat up almost instantly, his body tense as he listened. Maybe he'd imagined it... maybe it had been a dream,

But no, there it was again.

"Logan?"

Getting to his feet, Logan slowly walked to the door, peering around it with a worried look. His chest was tight and he was pretty sure he was sweating, but he made sure not to let anything show on his face as he headed outside and looked around. Making his way around to the back of the hut, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Dad?" he said quietly, unsure and uneasy.

And there he was, Aaron Echolls, not a foot away. He had that look on his face, angry and pinched so tight the the lines in his face seemed deeper then usual. He took a step closer and Logan instantly took a step back, right onto someone's foot.

(Aaron isn't really there, you can't see him or hear him. >_> Open to friends only.)

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Logan stared a moment longer, and then wandered over, sitting down near Neil and looking down at his plate. "Thanks," he said with a soft smile.

[little_moons]

Smiling around a mouthful, I reach up and comb my fingers through his hair again, a stupid wordless little gesture I keep finding myself making.

"Yeah, you better like it. It was made with love, or whatever the fuck," I mumble, smirking and reaching for juice that isn't there. Sighing heavily, I stand up and walk over to get the glasses he left on the counter, "Can't even do the one fucking thing I ask you to," I tease, holding out a glass for him and sitting back down.

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"Sorry," Logan snorted softly, "Guess I'm just distracted today."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, I noticed," I say, my smile genuine and a little worried for a beat, and then sliding into something teasing again, "Eat your sandwich I fucking slaved over." Nudging his foot under the table, I turn back to my plate, catching myself glancing around for something that's obviously not there.

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"Fine, fine," Logan snorted, doing his best to act normal as he started in on his sandwich.

He saw Neil glance around, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "There's nothing there," he said. "I didn't see anything."

[little_moons]

I just give him a look, 'cause I'm tired of saying it's okay when I know he's lying. I don't really blame him for it or anything, but I just can't pretend like I'm completely fucking ignorant.

Picking at the crust of my sandwich, I bump my foot against his under the table again, just trying to get him to relax or somethin'. Anything.

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Logan bumped Neil's foot in return, and smiled. He took a large bite out of his sandwich and for a moment, it was really easy to relax. Like nothing had happened at all lately.

It was nice.

[little_moons]

Finishing up my food, I lick crumbs off the tips of my fingers and gulp down my juice, my knee brushing against his when turn a little to face him.

"So, uh... there's a guy walking 'round here wearing my face now."

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"Oh yeah? You going to have to start wearing a name tag so I don't mix you two up?" Logan asked, raising a brow.

[little_moons]

"I don't think so," I snort, rolling my eyes and pulling a face.

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Logan laughed, "You don't look too impressed. Not as hot as you hoped you'd be?"

[little_moons]

"Fuck you!" I laugh, "He looked like he'd been through hell, which isn't all that surprising, and he was a total bastard... which, you know, also isn't all that surprising, but aside from us being... clones or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, he's not a fucking thing like me. It was really weird, actually."

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"Now you know how Billy felt, man," Logan snorted. "Seriously though, is he hot? Am I going to have to pretend to mistake him for you so I gan give him a go?" he grinned, obviously joking.

[little_moons]

I snort, sitting there like I'm considering it for a second, then I pull another face, nose and mouth wrinkling up in something like distaste, "I think he's straight."

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Damn, well there goes that three-way fantasy," Logan snorted.

[little_moons]

Draping my arm over his shoulder, I lean over and press a kiss against his cheek, smirking as I ask, "Come on, man. Isn't one of me enough?"

[echolls-cursed.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I guess I can make do with one," Logan teased lightly. "I dunno though... two could be fun."

[little_moons]

"I'm not sure he knows how to have fun... Besides, I can be fun enough for two," I say, resting my chin on his shoulder with a grin.

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Logan laughed and nodded a little. "Yeah, I guess you can," he agreed with a smile.

[little_moons]

"Any more of me and I don't think you could keep up," I decide, pulling back enough that I can see his face clearly. I'm smirking, but I'm still a little wary- a little worried, whatever. He seems alright now, but its hard to tell how much of it's real and how much is an act. I figure it's a little of both.

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"I can always keep up," Logan insisted, choosing to ignore the fact that Neil looked... worried.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, yeah," I roll my eyes playfully, not giving a fuck that I'm sitting here in the kitchen with my arms looped around his neck, smiling.

And it's too damn hard to fool myself into thinking I don't give a fuck something might be going on that he's trying to hide or shrug off or whatever. Maybe it was easier that way, but I hardly even remember a time when I didn't give a fuck about him. Even when we first started, and we hardly knew each other, I cared in all these ways I never really had before.

Pulling back, I get to my feet and start gathering up our plates, wordlessly moving to dump them into the sink.

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Turning in his seat, Logan watched Neil as he cleaned up. He thought he could see someone standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye, but he refused to look over. He was tired, tired of being afraid of someone who wasn't there.

"I love you," he said quietly, smiling at Neil. Partly just because he felt like it, and partly in defiance of a man who wasn't there.

[little_moons]

Craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder, I flash him a rare and genuine smile. One of those ones that almost looks... happy. The kind that I'm still sort of afraid to give out.

"Yeah, I get it. You just love me 'cause I cooked," I tease lightly.

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"And you're washing the dishes," Logan grinned. "Can't forget that."