Even though he knew it wasn't the case, it sounded like they were both trying to make excuses, floundering for reassurances that they'd be okay. It wasn't like Logan was moving across the fucking country. Even if he shipped out to that second island, he wouldn't be all that far away.

Still, a part of Joe was just used to having him right next door and he knew it would be rough.

"Yeah, of course," he agreed, letting his fingers fall back to the guitar once more. "You know I'll help you, man. Even if helping you means carrying that fucking bookshelf across half the island," he added with a soft laugh.