Logan Echolls (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
echolls_cursed) wrote2009-05-17 08:14 pm
echolls_cursed) wrote2009-05-17 08:14 pm
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For Joe
Logan had left Jack's early, knowing that before he packed a single bag he needed to go see Joe.
Stepping into the Hamlet, he couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. Sure, he was excited about moving in with Jack, he wanted to take that next step and see where it took them, but that didn't make it any easier to say goodbye to his home. As small as the island was, each neighbourhood couldn't have been more different, and the Hamlet was like no other. It was small and close knit, and the first place Logan had ever felt at home in.
And of course, there was Joe.
He didn't bother knocking, he rarely did in the morning. Not unless he thought Joe and Dale might be- well, he tried not to think about what Joe and Dale did. Still, he could hear Joe's guitar, and that was enough to make him open the door.
"Hey," he called out. "You decent?"
Stepping into the Hamlet, he couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. Sure, he was excited about moving in with Jack, he wanted to take that next step and see where it took them, but that didn't make it any easier to say goodbye to his home. As small as the island was, each neighbourhood couldn't have been more different, and the Hamlet was like no other. It was small and close knit, and the first place Logan had ever felt at home in.
And of course, there was Joe.
He didn't bother knocking, he rarely did in the morning. Not unless he thought Joe and Dale might be- well, he tried not to think about what Joe and Dale did. Still, he could hear Joe's guitar, and that was enough to make him open the door.
"Hey," he called out. "You decent?"
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