Home is where the heart is. (for Neil)

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A lot of walking and one half-assed fight had brought Logan back to the hut. For some reason, he expected it to look different. Abandoned maybe. But no, it looked the same as it had the morning he'd left it. Yappy dog and all.

Max was jumping around in his pen, barking like a lunatic, and Logan hissed at him a bit as he reached the door. "Shut up!" he snapped quietly. "Jesus Christ, fucking dog."

Of course that didn't stop him from leaning over and giving the small animal a scratch between it's ears.

He thought about knocking first... but it was his hut too, and he wasn't going to act like a stranger. Yanking open the door he headed right inside, trying to ignore his nerves as he slipped into what used to be their room. His eyes settled on Neil instantly, half asleep and buried under a blanket... Logan had to stop himself from walking right over and asking the other boy if he was okay.

Instead he just stood there, like an idiot.

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"Jesus," I mumble, looking at the bruise on his stomach. It's already dark and angry looking. I know that Logan looks for fights, and I usually don't give a shit who started what or who he was fighting with, but this time I'm really fucking pissed off. Probably because it's partially my fault, but whatever. And it's stupid how much it bothers me, thinking about anyone calling me a hooker or whatever the fuck to him. Logan's always known what I am. What I was. It's the fucking truth, so why the hell should it matter?

"It's trying to make you miserable," I say, like its the most obvious thing ever. Sometimes its still weird as hell talking about a clothes box like it's a person.

On cue, Max hops up from his bed, bounding over and trying to claim the sweater as his. I snort out a laugh, flopping over onto my side lazily as I watch Logan finish getting dressed.

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Logan did his best to try and shove the small snimal away, but it was damn sure that it needed that sweater, and Logan relented. Max shook his hed, shaking the sweater around as much as he could, obviously trying to get Logan to tug on it again.

When he was dressed again, he grabbed the other end of the shirt tightly, almost laughing as Max bounced around and growled, trying to pull it away from him.

"Yeah, well, I guess I should be glad it gave me anything at all to wear," he snorted, looking over at Neil.

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"You're gonna teach him to tear up our shit," I mumble, cracking a barely noticeable smile.

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"And I'll still blame you, cause he's your dog," Logan snorted, letting go of the shirt and laughing as Max stumbled backwards and dragged the sweater over to Neil.

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Leaning over the edge of the bed, I take one end of the sweater, humoring the little guy for a while by half-heartedly playing tug of war with him. He's just a fucking puppy, he won't understand I'm too fucking tired to really play with him. Just drained.

"Yeah, whatever," I mumble, knowing better than to make the mistake of saying he's our dog again.

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Heading over to the bed again, Logan stepped past Max and settled in beside Neil, stroking his fingers through the other boy's hair.

"I really did miss you."

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Max grunts in annoyance when I let go of the sweater and roll over so I can look at Logan, trying not to lean into the touch too much.

"I know," I murmur, shutting my eyes and letting out a sigh. "You really fucked me over, you know?" I ask, voice sounding thin and wary, but I make no effort to pull away. I don't even want to. How fucked up is that?

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"Yeah, I know," Logan said quietly. "I wasn't trying to though. That wasn't what I was trying to do."

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"Yeah... just, next time you decide to do something stupid, just don't try and talk yourself into thinking it's for my own good or whatever," I mumble, opening my eyes to look at him, one corner of my mouth lifting into something that's almost a smile.

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"Yeah, alright," Logan snorted, brushing his thumb over Neil's lips. "I'll keep that in mind."

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"Yeah, and next time you decide you want to have a fucking wedding, remind me to knock you in the fucking head," I add, only half joking. Because I've decided we don't need to get married, no matter how long we stay together. It's all bullshit anyway.

I catch his wrist in my hand, but I don't push him away and I don't pull him closer. My fingers simply loop gently around his wrist, holding on as I give him another one of those hesitant almost-smiles.

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"Hey, you have to be gentle with me, man," Logan snorted. "I got myself hurt defending you."

Or, well, by being too out of it to fight back. Whichever.

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"Gotta be gentle right now. You'll heal," I point out. The words should be teasing, and they are, but my voice is too soft and cautious for them.

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Logan laughed at that, and nodded. "Yeah. It'll heal," he agreed, using Neil's light grip on his arm to try and urge him closer.

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I end up laughing too, something about it is contagious and relaxing, and I move over a little closer, shifting my grip from his wrist to his shoulder.

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"I really did miss you," Logan sighed. "Just stupid little things, you know? Like seeing you next to me before I went to sleep or just having you there..."

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"Yeah... The hut seemed huge without you here. Empty. I got used to having you in the bed with me and just... yeah," I nod. It was kind of jarring, realizing that the place you'd been thinking of as home for months- that maybe the feeling had nothing to do with the place at all. It's also lame and stupid and a little scary. You'd think I'd have noticed that before.

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"You tired?" Logan asked simply. Somehow managing to make it sound like the most important question ever. Like somehow the answer to that question would answer everything.

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"Fucking exhausted," I laugh weakly, thinkin' that might be the dumbest question ever 'cause there's no way I don't look like the fucking walking dead.

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"Maybe we should get some rest. We can talk about this later, right?" Logan asked, rolling onto his side a little.

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"Yeah, okay," I nod, turning toward him a little more but still keeping a bit of distance, since I feel like I can't just sprawl out on top of him like I normally would. I keep my hand on his arm though, thumb brushing back and forth over the sleeve of his t-shirt and wishing I could feel skin instead. He's a fucking asshole, but I still missed touching him. Having him here.

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Logan covered Neil's hand with his own, and then tugged the other boy a bit closer. Just being their, back in their bed with Neil, was almost enough to let him fall asleep.

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I go willingly, fitting up against him in that way that's so natural and familiar... Hell, it's only been four days, it's not like I would've forgotten, but it's a little strange how easily it comes, even after everything.

I end up with my face pressed in the crook of his neck and one arm thrown over his waist, letting out a shuddering sigh as I relax, finally, and I think maybe sleep won't be so hard after all.