It's been two months; two extremely long months. Not a call, a word or a look since that day. It's been hard, but that's to be expected with a broken heart. Friday night dinner and the conversation about Mitchum Huntzberger they're having is certainly not helping either.
"Two months. Can you imagine being in a hospital for two months, especially with all those common folk. Poor Mitchum, he was such a great man."
"Emily, he's not dead."
Lorelai clears her throat. "Mom, Dad, I don't think this conversation is one that Rory feels comfortable with."
"Oh, right, Rory I am sorry. I completely forgot."
"It's completely ok, grandma."
"No it's not. I'm not making it easier on you, am I? How are you? How are you dealing with everything?"
"Grandma, it's been two months. I'm perfectly fine."
"Of course you're not fine. Have you seen Logan?"
"Mom, still not helping." Lorelai says.
"Rory, why don't you come with us to visit Mitchum tomorrow? He's been asking about you." Richard says to Rory.
"Mitchum Huntzberger has been asking about me?" Rory asks confused.
"He wants to see you."
"Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen."
"He said something about apologizing."
"I don't think so."
"Maybe you'll see Logan there." Emily adds.
"I don't want to see Logan."
"Rory, of course you-"
"You know what grandma? Mom was right. I'm not really comfortable with this conversation."
"Ok, no more Logan talk. We'll change the topic." Emily turns to Richard. "But, Richard, what do you think will happen to the company?"
Rory sinks down in her chair and sighs. With her grandparents, the Huntzbergers were never a depleted conversation. Lorelai looks at Rory sadly stare at her plate uncomfortably while Emily and Richard continue to talk about the Huntzbergers. Lorelai is just as disappointed about Rory and Logan as Rory is. She misses her son in law.
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It's 3:35 A.M. It's either too late or too early, all depending on how you look at it. Everything is silent and dark. Everything is sleeping. That is until Rory's dorm is awakening to a loud knock on the door at 3:36 A.M. Rory groans at the insane insomniac visitor. Rory swings her feet off her bed and pulls herself off her bed. She rubs her eyes and makes her way to the door.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." Rory says to the persistent knocker.
"Rory, make it stop." Paris says half asleep in her room.
"I'm working on it." Rory says to Paris.
Rory reaches the door and swings it open. On the other side of the door is an extremely distraught and evidently crying Logan.
"Logan." Says a surprised Rory.
"I'm really sorry to bother you, but I just really need you right now." Logan says child-like.
"Come in."
Logan weakly walks into the dorm.
Paris storms out of her room, "Who the hell was-" Paris sees Logan and the state that he is in. "Oh, never mind. I'll be in my room." Paris walks back into her room.
Rory puts all her attention to Logan. "What's wrong?" Rory says with worry.
"My dad died tonight, or last night considering what time it is." Logan says depressingly.
"Oh my God." Rory whispers. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry to wake you up this early-"
"It's ok."
"You probably have a class later-"
"It's fine."
"I should probably go-"
"Stay. It's all right. I'm glad you're here."
"I just didn't know where else to go. I didn't really want to go anywhere else." Logan says lost.
Rory looks at Logan. She has never seen him this sad, this vulnerable, so innocent. She pulls him into her and hugs him tightly. She whispers into his ear, "I'm so sorry."
Logan just holds her back tighter. He hasn't held her, touched her or even came this close to her in months. He missed it, he missed her. He smells her hair, strawberries as usual, and then her soft necks as he travels down her bare skin with the tip of his nose. He presses his cheek against hers for a second and slightly pulls back to look into her capturing blue eyes. He could spend forever just looking into her eyes. She's beautiful. He remebers well. He's dreamt about her since the day it all ended. They both stare back at each other, intoxicated by their close proximity. Logan slowly moves in toward her. He cautiously dips his head to touch her lips hoping he won't get slapped. Rory shocked, doesn't respond at first. When she finally responds Logan cups her face and slowly slides his hands down her face, her neck, her shoulders and rests them on her hips to pull her closer to him. Rory slightly pulls away and looks into his very lost and alone eyes. She pulls him to her, wanting just as much as he does. It's been two long months. Rory pulls Logan into her room and closes the door behind her.
A.N. Just something short. Hopefully you guys get the gest of it. Please review.