Chapter Sixteen- Armistice
Bryn held Max as she poured out the whole story, from beginning to end, starting with the day she met Logan, ending with Zack and his fistfight in her dining room. Bryn murmured the proper condolences. When Max had been properly comforted, Bryn talked her into coming out and eating some Sweet & Sour Chicken. Max went into her bathroom to put some eye drops in, and Bryn took the opportunity to go have a conversation with her brother and Asshole. He wasn't Logan to her, he was 'Asshole'.
Bryn walked out into the dining room where Zack and Logan still sat. "Is she okay" Zack asked at the same time that Logan said, "How is she."
Without answering, Bryn walked up to Zack and smacked him over the back of the head. "This is hard enough for her with out you adding to it." And then she turned to Logan. "Asshole--" before she could continue, Zack grabbed her hand. "Bryn, don't."
This was not exactly what Bryn had expected. "Huh?"
"We just talked, and...Well, he had his reasons." Zack said reluctantly. "It wasn't right." He said glaring. "But I guess he didn't have a choice."
"What?" Bryn asked, "You of all people, as protective as you are of Maxie, you are agreeing with Asshole"
"I'm not agreeing with him, but I don't think he needs more than two X-5's wanting to kick his ass at the same time."
Bryn would have commented further, but then Max stepped out of the bedroom. She stalked silently to the counter, pulling a white carton container out of the bag. "I don't suggest either of you two talking to me." She said, like a duchess looking down at a peasant. She walked by the table, picking up her laptop and walking into the next room, not once honoring Logan or Zack with even a glance.
Bryn held Max as she poured out the whole story, from beginning to end, starting with the day she met Logan, ending with Zack and his fistfight in her dining room. Bryn murmured the proper condolences. When Max had been properly comforted, Bryn talked her into coming out and eating some Sweet & Sour Chicken. Max went into her bathroom to put some eye drops in, and Bryn took the opportunity to go have a conversation with her brother and Asshole. He wasn't Logan to her, he was 'Asshole'.
Bryn walked out into the dining room where Zack and Logan still sat. "Is she okay" Zack asked at the same time that Logan said, "How is she."
Without answering, Bryn walked up to Zack and smacked him over the back of the head. "This is hard enough for her with out you adding to it." And then she turned to Logan. "Asshole--" before she could continue, Zack grabbed her hand. "Bryn, don't."
This was not exactly what Bryn had expected. "Huh?"
"We just talked, and...Well, he had his reasons." Zack said reluctantly. "It wasn't right." He said glaring. "But I guess he didn't have a choice."
"What?" Bryn asked, "You of all people, as protective as you are of Maxie, you are agreeing with Asshole"
"I'm not agreeing with him, but I don't think he needs more than two X-5's wanting to kick his ass at the same time."
Bryn would have commented further, but then Max stepped out of the bedroom. She stalked silently to the counter, pulling a white carton container out of the bag. "I don't suggest either of you two talking to me." She said, like a duchess looking down at a peasant. She walked by the table, picking up her laptop and walking into the next room, not once honoring Logan or Zack with even a glance.