(Jack, Joe - 10/16)
Oct. 14th, 2008 05:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
echolls_cursedSo, okay, he hadn't gone to see the dinosaurs, but he had gone up to the mountain. It hadn't been a long trip or a long stay. Gone on Tuesday, back by Thursday morning. Nothing monumental or exciting had happened, and whatever it was he'd been hoping to find out there hadn't been found.
Still, Linus had enjoyed the trip, and a few days away from the world had helped clear his head a little.
The hut was starting to get a little untidy again, but he made no move to clean anything up, dumping his bag out on the table and tossing the dirty laundry in a pile in the corner before putting down the food he'd grabbed for Linus at the compound when he'd stopped off for a shower.
In fact, his hair was still damp, and when he heard someone head up the steps to his stilted hut he raked his fingers through it, causing it to stand on end as he glanced over to see who it was.
Still, Linus had enjoyed the trip, and a few days away from the world had helped clear his head a little.
The hut was starting to get a little untidy again, but he made no move to clean anything up, dumping his bag out on the table and tossing the dirty laundry in a pile in the corner before putting down the food he'd grabbed for Linus at the compound when he'd stopped off for a shower.
In fact, his hair was still damp, and when he heard someone head up the steps to his stilted hut he raked his fingers through it, causing it to stand on end as he glanced over to see who it was.
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Date: 2008-10-17 07:28 am (UTC)He was still for a long moment, arms still wrapped tightly around his knees as his stomach rolled so hard that he was sure he'd be sick. His chest ached, and every inch of his body felt heavy and tense. Each muscle working hard to keep a tight hold on his emotions.
He staid like that as long as he could, holding his breath without realizing it, and gasping for air when his lungs began to burn.
He needed to get up. He needed to get up and get dressed, and just... get gone. It didn't matter where he went, just anywhere but there. Away from the pillow that still smelled like Jack, and away from the thatched roof he'd stared up at with one lover after another.
Getting to his feet, Logan reached for his wetsuit and began to get dressed. He needed to escape, and there was still only one place where he truly felt free.