"You hate it so much, what are you doing back?" I ask, dropping the stake down on the counter and knocking back the last of my beer. "But look at you... Going a little overboard with the whole corporate thing, don't you think?"
I let my eyes drag over him, from the polished shoes and the well tailored suit, manicured and clean cut. He looks good, but there's also something weirdly obnoxious about it. What the fuck's the point? Trying to live in a world we just don't belong anymore.
After a few months, when I could leave Logan's side without feeling like I was gonna die, I slowly started to find my confidence again, what little I had, and I don't meet his eyes looking for approval. He left and I'd pretty much accepted he might not be coming back.
Doesn't mean I'm not sorta... interested in the fact that he's back, on some level.
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Date: 2007-11-09 01:54 am (UTC)I let my eyes drag over him, from the polished shoes and the well tailored suit, manicured and clean cut. He looks good, but there's also something weirdly obnoxious about it. What the fuck's the point? Trying to live in a world we just don't belong anymore.
After a few months, when I could leave Logan's side without feeling like I was gonna die, I slowly started to find my confidence again, what little I had, and I don't meet his eyes looking for approval. He left and I'd pretty much accepted he might not be coming back.
Doesn't mean I'm not sorta... interested in the fact that he's back, on some level.