It was a silent cab ride back to the Logan's apartment. Rory was drunk; Logan was drunk, yet the two of them were absolutely silent.

Rory watched the scenery flash by as the cab drove through downtown New Haven, and she watched it all stop when they pulled up to Logan's building. She got out and Logan paid for the cab.

They caught an elevator and pushed a button sending them to the appropriate floor. Out of nowhere Logan pushed the emergency stop button and face Rory.

"Logan…what are you doing?"

"We need to talk, Rory."

"You could've waited for us to get to the apartment." She said reasoning with him.

"No…I need to do this now."

"Oh…okay, go ahead."

"I need you to know that I'm just as much forced in this as you are."

Rory looked down, she didn't want to do this now, when they had both drinking. And she really didn't want to do this in an elevator.

"Mitchum told me that if I didn't do this he would "disown" me. He said it was out of respect for Emily and Richard, which everyone knows is complete shit. That was just his lame justification for doing what he did." Rory nodded for him to continue. "I agreed, …" he sighed. "Hell I don't know why I did. I guess it's because I've been seeking for Mitchum's approval since I was three, and this seemed like a good chance for me to finally get it…" He trailed off looking at Rory. They stood in the stopped elevator looking at each other for was seemed minutes, but was really seconds. Logan broke the contest and told Rory he just wanted her to know and pushed the button once again to get the elevator moving.

Rory sat in bed nervously twirling her hair. Logan had that whole elevator confession to her and she had just sat there. She couldn't believe herself. She didn't offer anything in return. She could've told him she understands or it's okay, but she just looked at the floor. Hell! She could've even told him that she'd grown fond (to say the least) of him over the last few weeks. She just couldn't take being the silent, shy girl anymore.

She opened her door and walked across the hall. She tapped on the his bedroom door and waited for a response.

"Rory?"

"Uh…" she stammered nervously, "yeah."

"It's three in the morning." He waited for a response.

"I know…"

"Well…come in, don't just stand out there."

Rory opened the door and immediately noticed Logan was shirtless; and she couldn't help but stare.

"Rory…are you okay? You look pale. You need me to get you some water or something?'' He started to get up but Rory waved him off.

"No…I'm fine. I just…can't sleep." She admitted.

"What's on your mind?"

"Oh…you know…stuff, life."

"Ah, two subjects I am very familiar with." He summoned her to sit down and she obeyed.

"Well, just this whole situation…I guess."

"Yeah…it's not the best kind I've been in."

"I'm sure there've been worse…" She said remembering the stories he and Colin had shared at the Pub.

"Well…maybe the time Mitchum caught me in a compromising position on his desk, with his secretary when he was late for one of our meetings."

Rory was shocked. All he had to tell her about was stupid sexual encounters that had gotten him in trouble. She couldn't help but be mad. He had told her to come, he had let her sit down on his bed, and he wanted to talk about his sex life, with other women? That just pissed her off.

"Hm." Was all she said. Logan looked over at her and couldn't help but laugh. That pissed her off even more and she looked over at him and pursued her lips.

"Why are you laughing?" She said annoyed and looked the other way.

"Because you're jealous, Rory."

"Ha…please. Jealous. Now that is funny, Logan." She said lips still pursued but now she looked at him.

"I think you are jealous, Rory. I think that it irks you to hear about me sleeping with other women."

"No…I don't care. Sleep with whomever you want. Doesn't bother me." Her arms were crossed now.

"I think it does." He persisted.

"You're acting like a child."

"So are you."

"No I'm not. I'm just trying to defend myself against your crazy accusations."

"Isn't pretending to be something you aren't childish?"

"I'm not pretending to be anything."

"You're pretending you don't like me."

"I'm not pretending I don't like you."

"So you do like me?"

"I…maybe." She sighed, exhausted.

"I think you really like me, Rory. And I think you are jealous of other girls."

"So…Logan. So what if I do?"

He leaned over towards her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I like you too, Rory."

She thought she was crazy. There was no way she was falling for Logan. He was not her type. He was pompous and arrogant, and a drinker non the less. And Emily and Richard had hand picked him for her. She couldn't do this. It was all wrong for her. And then he kissed her, and she surrendered.