Kendall took a deep breath. For a moment he was completely still, then suddenly he started. The puck slid over the ice and landed perfectly in the opposite goal. Kendall grinned, skated to the goal, and repeated the process. But this time it didn't work so well and the puck was out of bounds. He groaned. "Damn it!"

"That was the worst shot I've ever seen from you," came an amused voice behind him. Kendall turned around. "Logan ..."

In fact, it was Logan who entered the ice rink at that moment and, like Kendall, he was wearing his old Minnesota ice hockey jersey. "Jo told me you were here. However, I could have guessed that. You're always on the ice when something is bothering you."

Kendall said nothing. He wasn't quite sure what Logan wanted from him. "Then you came here to ... talk to me?"

Logan shook his head, bent down, and picked up one of the hockey sticks that were next to Kendall. Then he looked at Kendall defiantly. "I'm here to take you down," he said, hitting the ice with the stick three times. Kendall grinned. "You're going down, Mitchell."

"We will see," Logan said, grinning too.

The two fought hard on the ice until a thoughtless move brought them down. Kendall breathed heavily and stared at the ceiling. "Who won?"

"I really have no idea," Logan said, panting. "How about a tie?"

Kendall smiled. "Agreed." He sat up so that he could look Logan in the eye. "I am sorry."

Logan scrambled up and waved off. "It's okay."

"No, it's not," Kendall said immediately. "I said things that I can never take back. I acted like a jerk. And I broke my promise."

"Well ... I'm no better at promises than you are," Logan said, tapping a spot on his arm that was luckily hidden by the jersey. "And yes, you acted like a jerk. But I can understand why you did it."

"Does that mean we're cool?"

Logan smiled and took Kendall's hand. "Yup. We're cool," he said, helping Kendall up.

They sat in the stands and Kendall took two water bottles out of his bag and handed one to Logan. "Here."

Logan nodded gratefully and they were silent for the next few seconds.

As Logan drank his water, Kendall watched him. He seemed to be pondering about something. Kendall touched his shoulder. "Everything okay?"

Logan hesitated. "Yes. It's just ... Oh, forget it."

"Come on, Loges. We said we're cool again. So tell me what's going on."

Logan sighed. "Do you remember when Camille wanted to talk to you?"

Kendall nodded. Of course he remembered. It had only been a few days ago. Logan went on, getting restless with every word, "Well ... we slept together in this night ..."

"I'm shocked," Kendall said dryly. He couldn't help it. Logan didn't go into it. "But somehow it was ... strange. Not bad, but ... no idea. I just don't know what-"

Kendall cut him off. "Okay, stop, Logan. Instead of talking around the bush, you just tell me what the problem is, okay?"

Logan wrestled with himself, then it burst out of him, "Kendall, we had sex in my bathroom, while our four-year-old daughter was sleeping peacefully just two doors away! That's not normal."

Kendall looked at him with his mouth slightly open. "Wow ... that's ... wow."

"And we also did something - let's say an old habit - that we did last when we were about eighteen or nineteen. I don't even know how it came to that. In a second we lay calmly and relaxed on the couch, and then suddenly we go crazy on each other like two lovesick teenagers. We also keep falling back into old behavior patterns. Everything is okay at first, but then suddenly we argue again ... I just don't understand it."

Kendall thought for a moment, then he said, "Actually, the whole thing is pretty simple: you're stuck."

Logan looked at him blankly. Kendall sighed. "Okay, imagine you and your team-"

"Oh, Kendall, no hockey terms, please," Logan groaned. Kendall ignored him. "So, you and your team are a bit strange, but you can do anything you want. Your game strategy is mostly unusual and often people don't understand your rules, but this way of playing works for you and you win almost every game. So, but then one day you will be accepted by another team, a professional team. You move forward and become a professional player. And then you suddenly return to your old team. You think your teammates have move forward too, but that's not the case. Now of course you want to teach them your newly learned strategies, but that won't happen overnight. The team needs time to get used to the new style of play. And if you play according to the old rules from time to time, that's not too bad."

"Okay, so you want to say that our relationship is on the same level as five years ago and we need time to work it out. And that it is understandable if you occasionally fall back into old habits."

"Yes, exactly. But it is important that you talk about it. When Jo came back from New Zealand everything was confused for us. But then we talked about it. And everything has been okay since then."

Logan nodded thoughtfully, then he smirked. "When were you actually appointed to become a relationship expert?"

"I just know a lot about these things."

"Yes ... at least for someone who doesn't have a lot of action in his relationship," Logan said with a grin.

"Does that mean Jo and I are ... boring?"

"Who said anything about Jo?"

Kendall raised his eyebrows. "I am boring?"

"Well ... sometimes," Logan said, laughing at Kendall's outraged expression.

"Oh, okay. I understand. So if you really want to do it …" He tackled Logan and tickled him until Logan begged him to stop. After a few more seconds, Kendall did him that favor. Logan sat up, panting. "That ... was … not … cool."

Kendall shrugged. "You provoked it."

"You know exactly how much I hate it."

"Yes, I know. That's why it's still the perfect way to punish you." He considered for a moment. "Mmm … maybe I should tell Camille about it. What do you think?"

Logan snorted. "Believe me, man, she already knows."

"Really?"

Logan nodded. "What do you think, how she got me to go to the opera, go shopping or do yoga with her?"

Kendall stared at him in disbelief, then started to laugh. Logan blushed. "That's not funny!"

"Oh yes, it is. We always thought she'd threatened you with sex deprivation."

"She actually did that at the beginning. But when it didn't work out the way she imagined it … well, she just decided on something that was ... more effective."

"Well … at least you had a chance to get back at her in the same way," Kendall said, but Logan shook his head. "Unfortunately not."

"Why? Isn't she as … sensitive as you?"

"She is, but that's not the point. You know it's a punishment for people like me, but then there are people who don't mind at all, who even like it."

"And Camille is in the second category?"

"Yep ... But luckily I discovered some alternatives that I could use for my "revenge". Nevertheless, I'm glad this time is over."

Kendall, who knew enough about Logan and Camille's bed adventures, didn't even want to imagine these "alternatives" and grimaced. "Okay, now the conversation is getting weird."

Logan nodded in agreement and stood up. "Come on, let's go."

On the way out, Kendall said, "You know, Logan, if I were you, I wouldn't be so sure that this time is really over."

"How so?"

"Well, you said you were falling back into old behaviors lately. That means anything is possible. So you should be on your guard." He grinned at Logan, who rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Knight," he said annoyed, but was also glad that everything between him and Kendall was back to normal.