The next few seconds were the quietest of their lives. "Oh my God, did I just say that?" "Oh my God, did she just say that?" Everything was still. Logan's face was frozen with shock, and Max looked down at the table, as if her life had just ended. She felt like she just ruined the best friendship she'd ever have. She could feel Logan's disgusted eyes burning the top of her head. She wanted to run out of the door, and if she couldn't make it that far, then jump out the window. Logan would probably never speak to her again. "Damn my heat! Damn Manticore! Why can't I just be normal?!" Her eyes began to tear, and a drop fell on the tablecloth. It seemed to echo in the dead-quiet of the room.
"Okay," she heard a whisper. She looked up slowly, certain that she hadn't actually heard him say that, and she was afraid to look at him after what she said. Instead of facing an unforgiving, oppressive stare, she was welcomed by acceptance and understanding. "What?" she asked quietly, her tears disappearing. "I said, 'okay'," he replied. She sat up again, and a small smile came to her face. "Really?" She didn't believe she had really agreed. "Max, I know you're very different from other women. You have mood swings, unexplainable craving, scrambled logic... Okay, I guess you're not all that different from most women," They both laughed a little. "But," he went on, "Whenever there's some problem with your body, you have to remember it's not your fault. You can't control what you were designed to do." Hearing this made Max feel a million times better, but she was still embarrassed by her request. And of course, he didn't actually say he wanted any part of it.
"Thanks, Logan. I should probably go now," she said. At the thought of leaving unsatisfied, her legs began to shake again. "No. Max, when you had your seizures, I promised I'd help you through it. I promised myself that I would help you through anything, no matter what," he explained. She was waiting to hear the exception to his vow, but he stopped talking. "Anything?" she asked, her smile growing to full size now. "Anything." He smiled and began to feel a little embarrassed himself. Then her smile disappeared. "But, I don't want it to screw up our friendship... I mean, it would just be too awkward after, if..." "Who says we have to go back to just being friends?" Her smile reappeared, brighter then ever, and she got up from the table. She ran to the other side to kiss Logan, and he returned the gesture eagerly. Without another word spoken, the pair ventured to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
"Okay," she heard a whisper. She looked up slowly, certain that she hadn't actually heard him say that, and she was afraid to look at him after what she said. Instead of facing an unforgiving, oppressive stare, she was welcomed by acceptance and understanding. "What?" she asked quietly, her tears disappearing. "I said, 'okay'," he replied. She sat up again, and a small smile came to her face. "Really?" She didn't believe she had really agreed. "Max, I know you're very different from other women. You have mood swings, unexplainable craving, scrambled logic... Okay, I guess you're not all that different from most women," They both laughed a little. "But," he went on, "Whenever there's some problem with your body, you have to remember it's not your fault. You can't control what you were designed to do." Hearing this made Max feel a million times better, but she was still embarrassed by her request. And of course, he didn't actually say he wanted any part of it.
"Thanks, Logan. I should probably go now," she said. At the thought of leaving unsatisfied, her legs began to shake again. "No. Max, when you had your seizures, I promised I'd help you through it. I promised myself that I would help you through anything, no matter what," he explained. She was waiting to hear the exception to his vow, but he stopped talking. "Anything?" she asked, her smile growing to full size now. "Anything." He smiled and began to feel a little embarrassed himself. Then her smile disappeared. "But, I don't want it to screw up our friendship... I mean, it would just be too awkward after, if..." "Who says we have to go back to just being friends?" Her smile reappeared, brighter then ever, and she got up from the table. She ran to the other side to kiss Logan, and he returned the gesture eagerly. Without another word spoken, the pair ventured to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
