"You've been avoiding me." It wasn't a question. Kendall's voice held no inflection; his tone was dry and flat, as if he was commenting on the color of Logan's shoes. His expression rather, gave much away.
Bushy brows, which when commented on sent the blonde into a tizzy, knitted together in confusion as his eyes shone; shining with hurt.
Parting his lips, Logan's tongue darted out to swipe across his dry lips. Of course Kendall was going to confront him. Still, Logan had hoped the uncomfortable conversation would have been prolonged for just a tad longer.
He had spent the past week avoiding the blonde at all costs. He ran from class to class, legs burning in protest. He buried his nose in a thick book before the bell, refusing to look up until the teacher called the class to order. He even pretended to "not get" the blonde's texts.
But he could only run for so long. He could only read so many books. And while Kendall wasn't exactly a genius, he wasn't going to fall for the same ruse again.
So here they were: Kendall hurt and Logan at a loss for words.
One thing that Logan had learned about the blonde for the short duration of their friendship: he was physical. Reassuring pats, guiding hands, bone-crushing hugs; Kendall was a touchy guy.
Not that Logan minded.
Which was the problem.
He should have minded. He shouldn't enjoy the touches and petting and heshouldn't enjoy Kendall so much.
The brunette had hoped the space and the distance would quell his utter aching for his friend. But absence must truly make the heart grow fonder. Logan was a wreck. A fucking wreck.
And it seemed Kendall wasn't that better off either.
So, Logan did what he sincerely thought would be the only thing to mend the situation.
Grasping onto the taller boy, he pulled his body close into a hug. He made no attempt to cover up the shudder that ran through his body as Kendall puffed out a sigh of relief onto his neck; warm air ghosting across his skin.
He was in way too fucking deep.