Writer's block SUCKS!!!! This next part isn't great, thanks to the disappearance of my muse. maybe I should take out an ad in the paper..



Dinner was uneventful, for us at least. That's not saying much. It's perfection was only marred by one phone call, between the poultry and the pie.

"Hey," Logan tries to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Something the person on the other end says changes his tone. "Really? That's great. No, I'm busy. Call back later."

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't sacrifice your work for me."

"Who said it was for you?"

"You have other plans for tonight?"

"No. Maybe that wasn't about tonight."

"Tease."

He grins. "Guilty."

I'm not sure when it happens, but we're on the couch, sitting on either end our legs stretching towards each other. We talk about nothing and everything. This is what I need. No expectations, no limits. Just me, Logan and time.

He tells me about his childhood, a rich tapestry of love, social propriety, and fun. He inherited his lack of social skills from his mother, who was born to a working family. He told me that, despite all of his aunt's attempts at raising him to be society's child, he had kept his mother's spirit strong by writing. Things that we never would have said flow from our mouths, attempting to connect us.

I tell him about Eva and Jondy and the others. He listens silently, as if enthralled by my life story. Captivated at least. My eyes tear as I explain what had happened to Ben. He nods his head, showing his support quietly. He gives me the strength to admit who I am by being here.

"Come here. I want to show you something." He makes his way to his bedroom. At the base of his footboard is a wooden trunk.

"This is where I keep my memories." Logan pulls out a beautiful gown. "My mother's wedding dress." he states simply. "It was for my bride, but it didn't fit Valerie, something I've always been secretly happy about. It meant that there was someone out there for me."

Next is a photo album. Photographs of vacations, parties and family look up at me. I sense that this isn't just a walk down memory lane for Logan. The entire time I knew him, Logan had never shown me anything about his past. It's as if he had none until he let you in. maybe I'm reading too much into this, it probably just never crossed his mind I'd be interested in it.

Dawn is breaking when we finish. I feel magical, like no matter what the rest of the day holds, it'll all be alright. Love? I don't know, it's not something we were taught at Manticore, but maybe. It's something.

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for all those who remembered Lydecker's appearance, the explanation is coming..