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Like I said, life hasn't been kind to me. I lost my partner's father last month ( he was like my own father and i loved him so so so much ). I lost my job due to new management. My markets have not been producing enough income to help support me during my job searching. And with the lost income as my partner's father was staying with us , I am starting to lose hope if I am to be honest....

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Charles watches him a moment longer, feeling the confusion Logan felt and.. well if he wants, they can talk about it later. Despite the fact he wasn't too keen to talk about why he had such an aversion to what just happened. He knows Logan would never abuse him, but he's seen his mother get yelled at one too many times, and he won't allow himself to end up in that position. He won't let it get that far.

"I think I'm going to trust you on how to shake them. Your survival instincts are far better than mine - we need to solve an equation I promise to step in-" It's really only half a joke. He knows his strengths and weaknesses. Charles reaches to take his boyfriend's hand. "So... I'll follow you. Take the lead." He could weigh in on it, sure, but he wanted him to choose. This is his specialty after all.

“I can do that.” He says. “Just- Stay close, okay?” 

Charles’ hand fits so well in his. It always has. And that familiarity is nice. A breath, and Logan gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he surveyed the parking lot. So far, so good. Nobody was on their trail yet, not directly - but that was a big ‘yet’. They were on borrowed time.