Max sat curled up on the couch in her apartment. She was under a heavy quilt with a cup of half decent coffee that she had pawned off of Logan recently. An old Pre-Pulse movie was playing on TV, not that Max was really paying attention to the plot of it. She was busy employing a trick she had learned back at Manticore in the good old days. If Max was able to concentrate on one object, like a spot in the wall, and count backwards, she could completely turn her mind, her thoughts off. It was sort of like a self-hypnosis, a thing that helped you get things off your mind. So it took a bit for the knocking at her door to penetrate her conciseness. Whoever it was, it was close to one AM, and Max did not appreciate being disturbed when she had things on her mind. She dropped the blanket from around her shoulders and padded to the door. She flung it open about ready to snarl at whoever was there, and when she saw whom it was she only wanted to growl louder.
Logan didn't know why he was here. One minuet he was on his way home, swearing at Ben for 'borrowing' his car, the next he was at Max's door wondering what was taking her so long to answer to door. When she opened the door, Logan studied her for a moment. It didn't matter what she was wearing, whether it be the leather and denim he was used to, or the loose flannel pants and tight, pale yellow tank top she was wearing now. Max's hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot, with several curls falling down around her face and neck. It didn't matter what she wore because she would always be stunning.
"What do you want Logan, I'm tired." She stated without bothering with a greeting.
"Well, hello to you to Max." Logan replied mildly. Max didn't answer, just placed one hand on her hip and raised and cocked an eyebrow. She turned, shuffling back to the couch. Max plopped on the couch, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around her. "Now did you get lost or did Ben kick you out?"
"Ben didn't kick me out, he stole my car." Max snorted.
"Well I came here, sort of, I guess you could call it a reaction to something he said to me." Logan saw Max instantly tense. He was pretty sure that something was going on behind his back that he didn't know about, but wasn't really concerned about what it was right now. "And what was that?"
"Oh, don't worry about it." Logan walked up in front of the couch and crouched down in front of her. "Well you can thank Ben for this, because if he was wrong both you and I are going to want to kill him." Max's eyes reflected her utter confusion, and by the time she could think, Logan had moved to quickly.
He moved forward and cupped his hand around her neck and dragged her mouth to his.
It wasn't a long kiss, in fact it was quite short, but when Logan leaned back and stood silently, Max stared at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. "Just to clear some things up, I wasn't being emotional, we're not in a car, and there isn't a whole lot of things going on right now. So, I wont bother trying to talk my way out this tomorrow." His mouth turned up into a boyish grin. Max still hadn't said a word. "Ok, that's all I had to cover. See you later." Logan said cheerfully as he stood and walked calmly out the door.
Max still hadn't moved from her stunned position on the couch. She turned to see the door quietly click shut.
"What in the * hell * just happened?"