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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"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.