Still silent, Logan licked the other man clean, picking up the discarded washcloth and picking up right where he'd left off.

"Love you too," he said finally, his tone making it clear that he meant it. That it wasn't just something he was parroting or tossing around.

He loved Jack, more than he'd realized he could love anyone.

"...I dunno how I'm gonna get those knots out," he admitted, realizing too late that wet rope wouldn't come undone easily, and aware of the fact that they'd likely have to be cut.

"You didn't happen to bring a knife, did you?" he asked with a nervous laugh.