“Hey come on man, this looks way better than the dollar tree shit you wear, right?”

In all honesty, Logan had intended for this to be a fun trip for the two of them. In his own way, he did like the other man and he had every intention of helping him out. Unfortunately while honesty came easily to Logan, perhaps a little too easily... tact did not. Throughout his youth he’d been known as the loud child, the boy who would follow his whims and eagerly drag his peers along for the ride whether they wanted to come or not. It had always seemed that he did so with the best of intentions, but well... even now he had very little understanding of the fact that not everyone shared his same pleasures: an unfortunate side-effect of having been raised with money, surrounded by kiss-ass friends who’s mothers wanted continued play-dates with the Delos twins. Juliet had managed to come out of the fray somewhat well-rounded. Her brother? In many ways, he hadn’t quite outgrown that childish mindset.

“Seriously, I’ll pay. It’s not a big deal...” Grinning impishly, Logan clapped a hand on William’s back, encouraging him to look at himself in the mirror. The dark blue suit fit Billy like a goddamn glove honestly, and if he wasn’t so dull in the personality department... who knows what might have happened. “I mean, if you’re going to be EVP now you gotta look the part. Right?”

Touch starvation meme.

It had all started with a horrendous row with his father, which had left him sporting a deep purple bruise along his jawline. He could no longer recall what began the argument, but knew it must have had something to do with his extracurricular habits. Logan’s relationship with James had been souring for years, from the moment puberty had kicked in and Logan had become less interested in childish past times and far more interested in the adult. His determination to chase down activities he was far too young to indulge in had slowly but surely driven a rift between father and son that was at this point, too wide to repair. So, unwilling to take the risk of moving out and becoming self sufficient, Logan had taken to avoiding his father by camping out by the pool during the day.

It had its downfalls. By isolating himself he ran the risk of the loneliness becoming overwhelming. Juliet was often out on dates with whoever the latest guy was... his father didn’t want to see him and his mother... well. She just wanted the whole embarrassing debacle over with.

That afternoon, it had all got a bit too much. Logan was curled up on one of the sunbeds nursing a bottle of whiskey he’d stolen from his fathers study the night before. If James suspected, he hadn’t bothered to try and retrieve it and somehow... it stung. Logan craved attention, needed it. Even another hit to the jaw would be acceptable...  he’d take punches over nothing, at this point. Hell, he’d even take another beating with his fathers belt if it meant being touched but despite how much he needed it... pride refused to allow him to seek it overtly.