Logan looked at Jackson as if he was drowning and desperately needed someone to rescue him. He needed a lifeline. A miracle. Failing that, he needed a stronger bottle of whiskey. Logan had convinced himself that he could fix this. That it had been one big mistake, and before they knew it, everyone would be back together. One big, happy, family. The delusion of that was not lost on them now. When Jackson spoke, Logan nodded, pressing a hand over his mouth as if that'd keep the truth in there. With a shaky breath, they looked up and then back at Jackson. "It's over, Jackson. I-... I think it really might be over."
He had his questions. So many damn questions like where was she. What the hell happened. And why was he still throwing a party in the middle of his breakdown. Especially one that quite literally revolved around something he was now missing. Though Logan's clear desire to keep it together, made Jackson stuff that down. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Logan, holding him tight. "I'm sorry Logan, that fucking sucks." He clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head for a moment. "Wanna tell me what happened now or just drink for tonight?"
























