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Seattle
Max gracefully dismounted the motorcycle, looking a little less sad. She didn't want to leave Logan, he had probably calmed down by now, they could talk. Zack pulled up next to her a moment later. He started to pick the elevator lock when Max ran her pass through the lock and the door slid open. Zack looked at her, startled, then disapproving. That' s how it'll be, on the lam with Zack. Max involuntarily shivered at the thought. She'd never be able to stay with him, because eventually he'd want her to love him like she loved (not past tense) Logan. No. Maybe Logan was just... upset. He had told her about the pictures and Ben, maybe the way she had brushed it off, didn't want to talk, had unnerved him. Even if he wanted her, could she live with that underlying doubt of her sanity? From Logan?

She opened the door. Max gazed into their (oh, now you think of it as yours too, Max.) apartment. Zack ducked in behind her. He looked nervous, but was doing a good fake of being very observant (he's acting like he's come to steal me away from Logan). Logan walked in from his study.

She half-smiled sadly.
(oh i loveyou please don't hate me, i'm/we're not like that really,please logan,please)
He glanced at Zack, who straightened. Logan cleared his throat.
I guess you're here for your stuff.
Max nodded.
I won't be able to take most of it. Give what ever I can't take to charity, okay?
Now Logan nodded.
Max sauntered off to pack.

Zack half-glared at Logan.
So you got tired of her.
No. I'd never. Logan's voice was almost wavering, but tightly controlled.
You got scared. I'm not mad, this way she won't end up like Tinga.
Logan sofly said I know.
Zack almost didn't hear him, how quiet he said it. Sadly. Oh shit.
She's going to go.
I want her to go. She has to go. Logan said it sound mean, narcissistic, rejecting. But that style only worked for Zack. Logan sounded like he was being instructed, convinced (however shallowly) that she really needed to.
Or something would happen.

Max hurriedly stuffed clothes into a backpack. She paused at the nightstand. A picture of her and Logan, the only one of her. They leaned against her motorcycle, her head on his shoulder, Logan holding her and smiling like an idiot. Tears threatened at her eyes, so she ran out the door, out of her life, Zack in tow.