Author's Note: First off let me say OMG I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO FRIKKIN' LONG! asjfldljlfdj Geeze it's been about 2 months since I posted the prequel. Anyways. This is end! It is the sequel to the first part, in case anybody gets confused. I hope y'all enjoyed it and won't hate me too much for the way I ended things...*hides from fire and pitchforks* Reviews are awesome!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOOOOTHING!

Was it my fault?

Logan blinks rapidly against the bright sun coming through the blinds. It's harsh and makes his tired eyes hurt. But nothing hurts worse than the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing his mind since James fell asleep a few hours ago. He hasn't slept at all.

Did I do something wrong?

His mind is reeling, picking apart everything about him that could make James cheat. Yes, they got into a fight a few days ago. Yes, they yelled and they screamed and they said ugly things. But he thought everything was sorted out the day before. He's always known that when James gets angry he goes to the bar and he has a few drinks. He's never done this, though.

Logan squeezes his eyes shut. A loud yawn behind him makes him close his eyes tighter. When he opens them white spots dance in his vision.

"Logan?"

Logan says nothing. He can't. He can't turn around and let James sweet talk his way out of another mistake. Not this time.

A warm hand slides over his shoulder, the gesture intended to be comforting, maybe, but Logan won't have any of it. He shrugs the hand off, ignoring the sharp intake of breath when he does so. "Don't." James tries again and this time Logan scoots to the edge of the bed and sits up. "James, I said don't."

"Why not?" He's getting angry; Logan can tell. "We're not going to talk about this?"

Logan scoffs. Talk? He wants to talk about this?

"Talk about what, James? How you cheated? How I found out? Huh? We're going to 'talk' about that?" Logan snatches his clothes off the floor and hurriedly puts them on. A hand is closing around his wrist before he can make it even a few steps away from the bed.

"I'm not letting you walk away from this," James whispers.

Logan feels sick. His mind is telling him to leave, to get out. His heart is telling him to turn around and try his damndest to fix things. It's all confusing, making his head spin and his stomach churn. What is he supposed to do?

"I can't-"

"Yes you can."

Logan jerks his wrist out of James' grip. He misses the touch almost immediately, but he can't let it get to him.

"James, just stop! Do you—do you not understand what you did!" Logan takes a few steps back, disbelief clear in his voice. James looks taken aback.

"Logan, please-"

Logan turns sharply on his heel and storms out of the room, James calling his name the entire time. If he can't see how wrong all of this is, how much he's hurt Logan, then there's no reason for Logan to stay; he won't stay. As he's reaching for his bag still sitting by the front door James' fingers thread in his shirt tight and insistent. James is not going to just let him leave.

"Let go of my shirt, James," he whispers. He can feel the anger rising. It coils hot in his chest, making his grip on the handles of his bag grow tighter.

James doesn't let go. Instead he moves his hands to Logan's waist and tries to pull him back, tries to wrap his arms around Logan and keep him here. This only spurs on the anger.

Before he even realizes what he's doing, Logan whirls around and slaps James' hands away. "Don't touch me, James!" The surprise is evident on the other man's face as he takes a couple of steps back, hands dropping to his side. For a quick second Logan wants to apologize for his actions, it's been a natural instinct all his life, but this is different.

"Please, Logan, let's just—let's just sit down and talk." James is hesitant. Logan shakes his head, opens the door, and walks out. He can hear James' puff of frustration. "So that's it?"

Logan sighs heavily and turns slightly. James' cheeks are flushed and his hands are clenched at his sides in the material of his sweatpants. Logan should feel bad for angering him, should go back inside and try to calm him down. He won't though.

"James-"

"You're just going to leave without trying to fix things?" His voice rises with each word. "You're just going to fucking leave, Logan? That's just great! Go ahead and walk out like you always do!" By the time James is done his chest is heaving and his breathing labored.

Logan sees red before he can stop the surge of fury that rises in his chest. The bag drops to the floor and he's reaching out, slamming the front door open all the way as he hurries back inside the apartment. James takes a few steps back, nearly stumbling over his own feet and falling on his ass.

"Fuck you, James Diamond!" Logan shouts. He's positive the neighbors can hear them by now but he doesn't really care at the moment. James has pushed it too far this time; there's no going back now. "You know how I found out about your little one night stand?" James shakes his head. "Your phone rang a couple of hours before you woke up." He scrubs a hand over his eyes and it's then that he notices his hands are shaking.

James opens his mouth to say something but Logan stops him. He takes a minute to just breathe and try to calm himself down before he says anything else. He's still angry, still hurt.

"Your phone rang so I answered it," he continues, voice dropping a few decibels. "And—and that guy was on the other end. He must've thought it was you because he started going on and on about how much fun he had with you last night." James flinches and Logan closes his eyes, desperately wishing this was just another argument. It nearly breaks his heart knowing that it isn't.

"Logan, please, just let me explain," James says. He's practically begging by now.

"No, James, let me finish!" Logan sighs, shoulders slumping. James shuffles on his feet like he can't decide if he should come closer or back away some more. Instead he stays where he is. "He said he wants to go out again, do some more of those 'awesome shots' with you," Logan glares at James causing the latter to shrink back a little. "Then he said, and I quote, 'you showed me a real good time last night, James, we should do it again tonight.'"

Logan doesn't know if he can keep going. It hurts too much saying it all out loud; it's been running over and over in his mind like some broken record since yesterday morning, threatening to consume him with anger and grief. He still can't believe James would do something like this. He's made mistakes before—they both have—but it's never been this horrible.

Taking a few steps forward, James reaches out for Logan. Logan flinches back. He has to leave. He can't do this anymore without falling apart.

"I won't deny that I cheated, but Logan, please, you can't-" James' breath hitches. Logan can see the movement when he swallows hard. He can see the tears in James' beautiful eyes, the way his hands are shaking as he tries to grab onto Logan, anywhere he can, because he doesn't want Logan to leave. "You can't leave."

You can't leave.

Logan scoffs. He can damn well leave if he wants to. And he's going to if James would just stop begging and reaching out to him. It would be so much easier if James would just stop altogether. But he doesn't prevent James from grabbing a fistful of his shirt and he doesn't stop James from pulling him closer until they're face to face, chest to chest.

"James, please, just stop," Logan whispers.

James ignores him. He drops his hand from Logan's shirt and cradles Logan's face in his hands, forcing Logan to look at him. "I'm not going to stop until you forgive me," he mutters then presses his lips to Logan's.

Logan almost succumbs to the kiss; almost lets James turn the tables on him. There's this nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to kiss him back because Logan knows he wants this. He wants to thread his fingers through James' hair and hold on tight and kiss James back for all he's worth. He wants to close that door and stay and pretend like everything is going to be okay.

What he wants and what he's going to do are two different things though. Logan doesn't do any of those things. Without a second of hesitation he turns his head to the side and pushes James away. James' hands linger, thumbs sweeping across Logan's cheekbones like he can soothe away all the pain and the anger and the heartache. But he can't.

Logan grabs both of James' wrists and pulls his hands away, turns around to walk out, and if the noise of protest James makes tears Logan up on the inside, well he won't admit it to anyone. He grabs his bag off the floor and checks his pockets for his keys, wallet, and cell phone. Right now that's all he needs until things can get sorted out.

"Don't leave, Logan," James begs. He rushes to the door and grabs Logan by the shoulders to turn him around. Logan shrugs out of the hold.

"You can't make me stay, James."

And with nothing else to say Logan leaves, James calling his name the entire time.

He doesn't look back once.