A shadow crossed his face. Now that Logan had brought up John, had presented him with the guns, the memory of coming home stoned only to be greeted by John's fist, the solid force of it breaking his nose with a sickening crunch, just the memory made his stomach turn.
"It's okay," he replied. "...We're never going to stop this, are we?"
He paused.
"We can't fight like this around the baby."
He was more worried about fighting than he was about sex. Sex was...natural.
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Date: 2011-06-30 04:34 am (UTC)"It's okay," he replied. "...We're never going to stop this, are we?"
He paused.
"We can't fight like this around the baby."
He was more worried about fighting than he was about sex. Sex was...natural.