"Something like him vanishing? Or something like him putting a gun to my head?" he asked evenly. "Look, Logan..."
He sighed and looked back at the ceiling for a second, then closed his eyes.
"It was always violent. Before. Here. He and I...I don't know. It was just starting to be nice, sometimes. For a minute or two. Usually it was a fight just to see who'd wind up bloody first. That day? On the beach? When I finally went home, he broke my nose."
Jack lifted his arm, bent it, and lowered his elbow, just barely touching Logan's nose before fluidly pulling it behind his head as well.
"God, I hate this place sometimes. If he'd had enough time he could have gotten clean. Maybe found some...peace."
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Date: 2008-10-14 10:41 pm (UTC)He sighed and looked back at the ceiling for a second, then closed his eyes.
"It was always violent. Before. Here. He and I...I don't know. It was just starting to be nice, sometimes. For a minute or two. Usually it was a fight just to see who'd wind up bloody first. That day? On the beach? When I finally went home, he broke my nose."
Jack lifted his arm, bent it, and lowered his elbow, just barely touching Logan's nose before fluidly pulling it behind his head as well.
"God, I hate this place sometimes. If he'd had enough time he could have gotten clean. Maybe found some...peace."