"There." Logan slapped a hot pink Barbie Band-Aid on Lorelai's arm and then pulled back to admire his handiwork.

"Thanks," Lorelai uttered a bit nervously. They stood, looking at each other for a moment before Logan averted his gaze.

"I should get going. I'll tell Rory to call you when she gets in."

"Thanks," Lorelai said not looking at him, but instead a section of wall about three feet above his head. Words seemed to be evading her and her vocabulary became limited to that one word. Of all the words that she could be stuck saying it had to be 'Thanks'. Lorelai began to think of other words that she would rather be stuck saying and by the time she had reached her fifth word, callipygian, Logan had gone, leaving the door open behind him. Lorelai shook her head, clearing it of fantasies about people's reactions when she said callipygian to them, before walking to the door and shutting it gently.

Logan arrived at his apartment around two am. After leaving Lorelai's house he had driven around, trying to clear his head. He had stopped at a bar on the way back where he proceeded to get himself drunk in an attempt to forget what had happened that night. To forget the indifference he felt when Rory didn't tell him where she was going. The happiness he felt when he realized he had an excuse to go to the Gilmore house. The confusion he felt when he looked at Lorelai. And forget he had, by the time he was done he could barely remember his name. He had gone out to the parking lot, prepared to drive back to his apartment when he realized just how drunk he was, so he decided not to get behind the wheel. Instead he called his best friends Collin and Finn. They had both come, perhaps a little tipsy themselves, but not nearly as bad as Logan. Collin had driven Logan's car while Finn followed them. Collin drilled Logan for details about his little "escapade" but Logan clammed up. He didn't want to share his thoughts with anyone. In fact he didn't even want to be having them. He knew they weren't right. Collin and Finn had dropped him and his car off at the apartment and then said goodbye to him, assuring him that they would get it out of him, whatever it was. Logan had hurled on the bushes outside his front door before he took the elevator up to his apartment.

He threw his keys down with a clang and then slammed his toe on the doorjamb. With a curse he hopped into the sitting area of the apartment, flipping on the light. Another curse emitted from his mouth. Someone was sitting on his couch. It took a moment for his eyes to focus, but when they did he felt like cursing again. On his couch was the last person he wanted to see tonight.

"Hey," Rory called to him softly. He nodded to show that he had heard her. She watched him as he hobbled to the chair opposite her.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, trying to sound less annoyed than he felt.

Instead of answering, she responded with a question of her own. "Have you been drinking?" Logan was taking his shoes off.

"A little yeah." He threw his shoes to the corner.

"A little? Surely you didn't drive like this did you?" Rory looked concerned.

"Did you come here to give me the third degree??" Logan stood up quickly, but his head began to spin so he sat back down.

"I actually came here to talk to you, but I was hoping we could talk with you being sober." Rory added the last part as a kind of afterthought. For some reason it set Logan off.

"What the hell Rory? I'm over twenty one. I can drink if I want to. I didn't drive drunk. In fact I haven't done anything illegal. So if you're done chastising me I think I'd like to go to bed." Logan stood up a bit slower this time and began to walk towards his bed.

"Wait," Rory said. She didn't say it loudly, barely louder than a whisper, but something in the way she said it made Logan turn around. He sighed and then walked back towards her. "I came to talk to you about where I was tonight." Logan sat down.

"Is it that bad?"

"What do you mean?" Rory looked offended.

"Well you show up at my apartment at two in the morning to 'talk'. You didn't tell me where you were headed to tonight and you didn't tell your mother either, so clearly it was some where that you shouldn't have been."

"You talked to my mother?!"

"Yes."

"Did she call?"

"No."

"Did she stop by?"

"No."

"So then when did you talk to my mom?"

"I went to her house." Rory's mouth dropped.

"You went to her house?"

"Yeah, and it's a good thing I was there too or your father might have killed her." Logan's voice had begun to rise.

"My father was there?"

Logan lowered his voice again. "Yeah and he grabbed your mom a little roughly. I pulled him off, though."

"Is mom all right?" Rory had paled a little.

"She's fine. Just a little scratched and bruised." Rory nodded, not looking at him. He noted that this was not the first time that evening that a Gilmore girl had avoided his gaze. "I should have been there." Rory looked down at her hands.

Logan fought back the urge to put his arms around her, feeling that she needed her space for a bit. "It's ok. I was there."

"Yeah you were there, but I'm her daughter. I should have been there instead of…" Rory finally looked up at Logan and made eye contact.

"Instead of what? Where were you?" Logan thought that it must be pretty bad because Rory broke eye contact again, looked down at her hands once more.

"At Sean Harris's apartment," Rory mumbled, speaking to her lap.

"What?"

"At Sean Harris's apartment!" Rory looked up at him. She thought she saw a faint flicker of relief pass across his face, but then it was replaced by anger.

"Who's that? Your other boyfriend?!"

"No. God no. He's the teaching aid." Logan's face showed no sign of recognition. "He took over for my grandfather after the heart attack."

"Ok I know who he is now. But why the hell were you at his apartment?" Logan knew he should feel really angry about this. Some guys would be throwing things through walls by now, but the most Logan could muster up was a faint grimace.

"Well during class we got into a really heated debate about the stock market. And we didn't get a chance to finish it. But not everyone was interested in continuing it, so he invited the few of us who were interested to come over to his place for Chinese food. So I went. And then the discussion just kept going and it lasted much longer than I expected and…"

"Wait you went to his apartment for a school thing?" Rory nodded. Logan began to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Here I thought you were cheating on me, but you were just hanging out with some kids from class with a teacher." Logan laughed a bit more and then stopped.

"You're not mad?" Rory seemed a bit surprised.

"Should I be?"

"Well I guess not, I just thought. I don't know what I thought. I just thought I should let you know."

"Nothing happened?"

"No."

"Then I'm not mad. But I'm glad you let me know." Rory smiled and stood up.

"Well I better get going I have early classes tomorrow." She pecked him on the cheek and then walked to the door. She hesitated, her hand on the doorknob. "Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"

"I'm a hooker's pregnancy test." Rory shook her head.

"You've been hanging out with my mom too long." Logan straightened up a bit.

"Goodnight Ace."

"Goodnight." Rory shut the door gently behind her and smiled to herself as she walked to the elevator. Inside the apartment, Logan hadn't moved. Something wasn't right and he had to talk about it to someone, but he didn't know who. Collin and Finn would be far from helpful in a situation like this. He could just hear his father's condescending tone now if he asked him for advice. His sister was AWOL right now and he wasn't really that close with anyone from work. With a sigh, he stretched out on the couch and fell asleep.

The next morning Rory's words echoed in his head. You've been hanging out with my mom too long. Quickly, Logan showered and dressed. He jumped into his car out front and sped off; he knew who he had to talk to.

As soon as he arrived in Stars Hollow, he began to feel uncomfortable. The only other time he had been here, it had been late at night and no one had been on the streets, but now the town was in full swing. A couple strolled hand in hand down the sidewalk here, assorted townsfolk ambled through the square. But one thing that they all had in common was where their attention was. Because from the moment Logan had driven in all heads had turned, trying to decide who this newcomer in the shiny Porsche was. Logan ducked his head, trying to avoid the stares as he pressed his foot a little harder on the accelerator.

Lorelai opened the door and saw Logan standing on her porch. He looked all prim and proper with his hair perfectly done and his button down shirt neatly pressed. His jacket opened a bit but without looking sloppy. All of the sudden Lorelai felt crummy. She hadn't planned on doing anything today, it being Saturday so she had thrown on a grubby pair of sweat pants and a baggy tee shirt. Her hair stood out at odd angles and she hadn't put any make-up on. She glanced at the mirror over the table in the foyer and shook her head. Why did she always have to look so bad when he saw her? But an even better question was why did she care? Logan smiled at her and Lorelai began to fidget.

"So what brings you to the Hollow?" She stepped back to allow him entrance.

He shook his head as he walked in, trying to clear his thoughts about how beautiful she looked. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"Wow this sounds serious." Lorelai smiled.

"Well it's just that…"

"Wait." Lorelai held up her hand and then walked to the kitchen. Logan looked after her and then trailed behind her, unsure of what to do. Lorelai poured herself a huge mug of coffee and drained it in one gulp. "Ok go." Logan shook his head and laughed. "Well I can't give sage advice until I have my morning jolt." Lorelai and Logan sat down at the table. "So spill."

"Well it's about Rory…"

"Ok I've got to stop you right there. If this is going to get graphic I don't really want to know."

"No it's not that." Then Logan half mumbled to himself. "That part of our relationship is good."

"Oh my god! Ah. Number two on the list of things I never wanted to know about my daughter."

"Sorry."

"It's ok. I have to excuse you, I mean you do have a Y chromosome. But continue with your problem."

"Ok. Here goes."