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They'd talked about it, kind of, and while Logan couldn't help but think it was sort of sweet that Jack wanted Joe's permission... Well, he was also fairly sure that letting the other man go alone wouldn't end well. It didn't matter that Jack would try and behave, or that Joe was doing all he could to accept the fact that Logan was with Jack, the two men just seemed unable to click.

Nothing Jack did seemed to win Joe over completely, and even though Logan went out of his way to try and get Joe to warm to the other man- it just didn't seem to be working.

"I'm coming," he'd said simply, not giving Jack a chance to argue as he finished getting ready. "He's gonna want to talk to me about it anyway, so I may as well be there." Which was true, but they both knew that wasn't why Logan was coming. Of course, neither of them said as much out loud as they made their way to the Hamlet, their shoulders brushing as they walked.

Standing outside Joe's door, Logan was struck with a sudden feeling of dread, but before he could suggest leaving and coming back later Jack was knocking on the door.

(tagging order: Joe, Jack, Logan)

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While everyone else seemed to get quiet and serious, Logan did just the opposite. He took a moment to squeeze Jack's hand before letting go completely and rushing over to Joe.

Knocking the other man backwards slightly, Logan practically tackled him before making a victorious gesture with his arms as he bounced slightly on his knees on the bed. Ozzy was not amused, but Logan didn't notice as he dropped his arms and wrapped them around Joe's shoulders. "Thank you," he grinned, right before giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"You're such a little fucker," Joe answered, but he couldn't help but smile faintly. Seeing Logan smile like that, seeing him look that fucking happy, sometimes it was enough to nearly undo Joe completely.

"So what's the other question?" he asked, arm around Logan, an eyebrow arching at the same time. He hoped no one wanted him to officiate again. That was Dale's thing now, Joe had decided.

His lips quirked up in the corner and a moment later he was smiling, too. Jack's smiles were a language all their own, giving away what he was thinking or feeling. Watching Logan with Joe had him positively beaming, nearly every tooth flashing.

"That's all his," Jack said as he took a step back.

"Whatever, you love it," Logan grinned, tapping Joe's cheek as he moved away and sat down properly. He glanced over at Jack again, offering the other man a small smile before turning his attention back to Joe.

"Well, uh, I was kind of hoping you'd be my best man. Not that you have a choice, but it seemed polite to ask," he grinned.

"Oh, yeah? No choice in the matter?" Joe asked, his eyebrows lifting, but he didn't look too upset about that prospect. It was a hell of a lot better than Logan asking him to officiate. "I guess that's the sorta thing I can probably do."

Jack ducked his chin to hide his smile. That had been so much easier than when he asked Ianto. Joe just seemed to accept it- Threat of hiding the body not withstanding. It was nice. It was right. And he was really glad Logan had demanded to be here, too.

Logan grinned brightly, obviously pleased with the outcome. "We dunno when the wedding will happen yet," he said. "We've decided not to, you know, rush. Right?" he asked, turning to Jack in an attempt to involve him in the conversation.

"That's good," Joe answered, because as much as he loved Logan and wanted him to be happy, he still sometimes worried that he rushed into things headlong and got himself hurt. "Yeah?" he asked, looking at Jack as well.

"Yeah," Jack concurred. "Deciding to do it is one thing. Actually doing it..."

He shrugged and looked at Logan, wearing the softest, most smitten grin.

"There's no rush. I'm not going anywhere." He took a deep breath and gestured vaguely toward the door and to what lay beyond it. "Actually, Ianto suggested we at least wait until New Year's so we don't destroy the liquor supply of the island with a party. We can just take advantage of what this place seems to magic up. Six months is a decent minimum, don'tcha think?"

"Six months?" Logan echoed, knowing that even though it felt like a long time to wait right now, it wasn't really. "Yeah, I guess six months is a good amount of time," he agreed. "Plus it means we might have pizza at the reception or whatever it's called. I'm all for that."

"Waiting six months means you get pizza?" Joe asked, not following that at all. "I mean, shit, pizza is a pretty good meal to have at a fucking reception, but... why does waiting six months mean you get that?"

Jack gave Joe a quizzical look before he realized that he'd never really seen the man at the bash. He'd just figured they'd never been in the same room at the same time.

"The party in the compound. On New Year's Eve," he replied. "All the foods you miss, booze you can drink, and, um...everything. I'm not above taking advantage of mystery generosity and calling it all ours." Jack grinned at Logan with a devilish glint in his eyes. "Pizza sounds good. I'll tell the wedding fairy."

"What's more fun then a wedding to ring in the new year, right? We can get hitched, get wasted, eat pizza, and then spend the first week of the new year screwing in some secluded location," Logan smirked.

"Okay, I'm about to withdraw my fucking blessing if you keep talking about that shit," Joe warned, arching an eyebrow at Logan. "I don't wanna hear it."

He wasn't about the take his blessing back, not really, but he didn't want to hear that sort of thing either.

Jack started to snicker like a twelve year old. He'd joked with Logan about Joe's reaction, but being here for it was miles better.

"Cut it out, Logan," he managed finally. "Before he really does take it back."

"What? I totally didn't say anything!" Logan protested. "I said screwing, I didn't go into details... Besides, I've totally heard you and Dale going at it before, so casually mentioning I wanna stay in bed with Jack for a week is nothing. Not after I've heard you moaning Dale's name. I'm probably, like, emotionally scarred or something from that."

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"This conversation isn't happening, man," Joe insisted, swatting Logan and trying to get him into a headlock, if only to distract him long enough to change the subject.

"Oh, God...I don't want to hear it either," Jack said, feigning horror. "Leave Dale out of it...you're scarring me."

Logan struggled a little, but was laughing too hard to really fight Joe off. "He was all 'OH JOE! JOE DICK! DO ME!' and moaning and shit," he lied, trying to wind them both up now.

"I will kick both your asses out of this hut if you keep that up," Joe threatened, getting Logan's head under his arm. "There are lines, Logan. Very important lines."

"Really important lines. So shut up," Jack agreed. "Unless you just need to get under Joe's skin. Then I can, you know, give you two a minute," he added, moving for the door.

"Alright, alright, I'm stopping," Logan laughed. "Sorry, alright?"

He managed to get out of Joe's hold and flashed Jack a small smile. "You don't mind if me and Joe talk for a bit?" he asked, not wanting to chase Jack off but knowing Joe would probably want to talk to him. "I can come find you right after, we can go get lunch or something."

After everything they'd already said, Joe had to admit he was a little curious about what else Logan might have to say to him. Keeping quiet, swatting Logan playfully when he escaped, he looked at Jack as well, almost asking him if he knew what it might be about.

Jack was, frankly, grateful for a reason to go. He tried, made his best effort, but he knew he wasn't going to get Joe to like him simply because Logan did.

"I don't mind," he replied, then gave Joe a nod. "Have fun. I'll...see you at home."

And with that he turned and sauntered out the door, as happy as he could possibly be since it had all gone so well.

Watching Jack go, Logan waited until the other man was out the door before turning his attention to Joe. "You're really okay with this?" he asked, wanting to make sure Joe wasn't just giving Jack his blessing to keep him happy. "He's trying really hard you know. He wants you to like him."