Logan sat in front of his computer intent on his work. Or at least that's how things appeared. Actually he was studying Max in the reflection of a rather convenient mirror. She was unhappy. Whenever he asked her about it, she denied it, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes all the time. She wasn't even trying to at the moment. He had no idea what was wrong, she wouldn't tell him, and there was nothing new in their lives to account for her mood. He had a horrible suspicion that it might have something to do with Zack's recent absence. He had certainly noticed it (and with no small amount of joy), so that meant that she had to have noticed by now. Maybe she missed him.
"Is something wrong?" Max's voice interrupted the flood of fear and insecurity he felt as he considered the possibility that maybe Max DID miss her...brother?, that maybe she wasn't quite as adamant about their relationship in her heart as she was in her head. "Uh, no, everything's fine." he smiled weakly at her hoping that he wasn't as transparent to her as she was to him.
The completely disbelieving look she was giving him mecilessly sunk that hope, and he searched desperately for a change of topic.
"It's just about time to start dinner, what do you want?"
He wasn't ready to talk to her about her relationship with Zack, he wasn't sure that he really wanted to know.
"I don't care, what do you want to have?" Max headed for the kitchen, wanting to avoid the serious conversation Logan's expression suggested.
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Notes: Shortest chapter yet. Next chapter will be longer though, and Zack'll come back. It might take me a while to get to writing though, I just got a job, imagin, me, working...