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After his run in with Veronica in the men's room, Logan wasn't really sure where he was going. One day he was going to learn not to hang out in the compound. Really, in and out, no more talking to people. Because most of the time talking left him either feeing pissed off or...
Or whatever this was supposed to be.
His father was dead. Correction, his father had been found innocent and then shot by someone. It wasn't like Veronica to leave out details when she had them, unless she felt like she needed to protect something, so Logan could only assume that she either knew nothing, or he was the one being protected this time. Either way, he had a bad feeling about all of it.
Then of course there was the nagging knowledge that his father was dead. A fact that was pulling him in so many different emotional directions that he nearly had to sit down. Aaron Echolls was an asshole, but he was still Logan's father. So the guilt and the pain both tugged him in their own preferred direction, and the fear loomed the way it so often did. Fear that he was a killer. Fear that death was Aaron's one way ticket to the island just waiting to happen.
He hadn't even realized where he was going until he was there. Standing outside Joe and Billy's hut, Logan hesitated. He didn't even know if they were home or sleeping or... anything. With a sigh, he sank down to the ground, knees pulled to his chest as he waited. Maybe someone would wake up... or come home.
Or whatever this was supposed to be.
His father was dead. Correction, his father had been found innocent and then shot by someone. It wasn't like Veronica to leave out details when she had them, unless she felt like she needed to protect something, so Logan could only assume that she either knew nothing, or he was the one being protected this time. Either way, he had a bad feeling about all of it.
Then of course there was the nagging knowledge that his father was dead. A fact that was pulling him in so many different emotional directions that he nearly had to sit down. Aaron Echolls was an asshole, but he was still Logan's father. So the guilt and the pain both tugged him in their own preferred direction, and the fear loomed the way it so often did. Fear that he was a killer. Fear that death was Aaron's one way ticket to the island just waiting to happen.
He hadn't even realized where he was going until he was there. Standing outside Joe and Billy's hut, Logan hesitated. He didn't even know if they were home or sleeping or... anything. With a sigh, he sank down to the ground, knees pulled to his chest as he waited. Maybe someone would wake up... or come home.
