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Jack had returned to the party, had drank some and smiled some- just like nothing was wrong- had danced some, and then he came back home. Alone. He hadn't even tried to pick anyone up. Even if he'd left the fight with every intention of finding a single willing body, when the opportunity presented itself, he had to admit that he just wasn't interested. Oh, he was a little interested. Just not enough to leave with anyone, and certainly not enough to take them home to the bed where Logan ought to have been.
He simply went home alone, fell into bed still dressed, and slept off the booze until the sun was above the trees. It took a minute after he woke up to fit everything that had happened into place and once he had, he came to one conclusion.
He felt like such a dick.
After he changed his clothes, Jack headed for the Hamlet, only to find that Logan hadn't gotten there last night. Since he really didn't want Joe having to lug his corpse off into the jungle to somewhere he'd never be found, he simply suggested that maybe he'd misheard and that Logan was going to Anne's. It bought him enough time to go back home and try to puzzle out where the younger man had gone. It was a little while before he noticed the box that held the gun askew on the shelf. Jack went over and looked, relieved to find the gun still in there, but upon further investigation he saw the wedding ring was gone. It got him to look around more carefully and he found the lighter was missing, and the cell phone, too. As were a few other things. Logan's things. Logan's most important things.
The missing items and the fact that Logan had never made it to Joe's settled on him and he was sure he couldn't breathe. He sat down heavily, missing the chair and landing on the floor. He knew it would happen one day; he'd known Logan would vanish. He just wasn't ready. They hadn't even gotten married yet.
Jack had returned to the party, had drank some and smiled some- just like nothing was wrong- had danced some, and then he came back home. Alone. He hadn't even tried to pick anyone up. Even if he'd left the fight with every intention of finding a single willing body, when the opportunity presented itself, he had to admit that he just wasn't interested. Oh, he was a little interested. Just not enough to leave with anyone, and certainly not enough to take them home to the bed where Logan ought to have been.
He simply went home alone, fell into bed still dressed, and slept off the booze until the sun was above the trees. It took a minute after he woke up to fit everything that had happened into place and once he had, he came to one conclusion.
He felt like such a dick.
After he changed his clothes, Jack headed for the Hamlet, only to find that Logan hadn't gotten there last night. Since he really didn't want Joe having to lug his corpse off into the jungle to somewhere he'd never be found, he simply suggested that maybe he'd misheard and that Logan was going to Anne's. It bought him enough time to go back home and try to puzzle out where the younger man had gone. It was a little while before he noticed the box that held the gun askew on the shelf. Jack went over and looked, relieved to find the gun still in there, but upon further investigation he saw the wedding ring was gone. It got him to look around more carefully and he found the lighter was missing, and the cell phone, too. As were a few other things. Logan's things. Logan's most important things.
The missing items and the fact that Logan had never made it to Joe's settled on him and he was sure he couldn't breathe. He sat down heavily, missing the chair and landing on the floor. He knew it would happen one day; he'd known Logan would vanish. He just wasn't ready. They hadn't even gotten married yet.
