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It was late, late enough that Jack was asleep beside him, and Logan watched his husband for a while, studying the way his chest rose and fell and how peaceful he looked. He was beautiful. He was so beautiful, and Logan was so lucky to have him.
He was aching though, bad dreams keeping him up for the third night in a row, and though he'd been doing his best to hide it, it was only a matter of time before Jack noticed.
Silently, he slipped out of bed, pulling his clothes on and heading down the stairs to slip on his boots and pull on his winter coat. Linus stirred right away, and though he'd been planning on going out alone, he didn't stop his dog from following, the large golden retriever dashing out into the snow. Logan watched as he bounced around, digging in the snow and racing around playfully. ...Usually he'd have found it sweet, but tonight he was too tired to care.
It was times like this when he hated the snow, wishing he could have the sand and waves back for just a few hours. Usually the snow whited out all his bad feelings, but tonight he was sure the only thing that would snap him out of it was a good wave and the scent of salt water.
Sitting down on tree stump, he raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. All night he'd been thinking of John and his time spent in Jack's time. Memories that made his stomach turn and his body shake. It was leaving him sleep deprived, and Logan was sure it was chipping away at his sanity. What little he had anyway.
Pulling a joint from his pocket, he slipped off one glove and lit it, not caring if he got frostbite. his hand shook and he took a long hit, the cold air mixing with the smoke and making him cough hard. "Fuck," he swore softly, getting back on his feet and heading for the compound with Linus in tow.
(Open to all, lt/st welcome. He's quiet, but not in a bad mood. Find him in the compound or on the way there.)
He was aching though, bad dreams keeping him up for the third night in a row, and though he'd been doing his best to hide it, it was only a matter of time before Jack noticed.
Silently, he slipped out of bed, pulling his clothes on and heading down the stairs to slip on his boots and pull on his winter coat. Linus stirred right away, and though he'd been planning on going out alone, he didn't stop his dog from following, the large golden retriever dashing out into the snow. Logan watched as he bounced around, digging in the snow and racing around playfully. ...Usually he'd have found it sweet, but tonight he was too tired to care.
It was times like this when he hated the snow, wishing he could have the sand and waves back for just a few hours. Usually the snow whited out all his bad feelings, but tonight he was sure the only thing that would snap him out of it was a good wave and the scent of salt water.
Sitting down on tree stump, he raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. All night he'd been thinking of John and his time spent in Jack's time. Memories that made his stomach turn and his body shake. It was leaving him sleep deprived, and Logan was sure it was chipping away at his sanity. What little he had anyway.
Pulling a joint from his pocket, he slipped off one glove and lit it, not caring if he got frostbite. his hand shook and he took a long hit, the cold air mixing with the smoke and making him cough hard. "Fuck," he swore softly, getting back on his feet and heading for the compound with Linus in tow.
(Open to all, lt/st welcome. He's quiet, but not in a bad mood. Find him in the compound or on the way there.)