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you want me to tell you he's right so you can feel bad about it instead of pissed at him?

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i'm going to feel bad regardless, why would i bother being pissed at him too

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because he deserves it

you ever been pissed at me? at what I did to you?

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that wasn't you

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you can be angry at people who hurt you Nick, no matter how it happens

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why would i be angry at you when you werent responsible
im pissed at the people that made it happen but thats even more pointless

so theres not really any point in getting angry about things.

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there doesn't have to be a point
you just feel it and let the pain do something other than eat at your insides

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if i felt my feelings all the time i'm pretty sure i'd go insane

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how's not feeling them at all working out for you?

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i havent had a total meltdown yet so i must be doing something right

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[ Typing and then -- not typing for a while. There aren't a whole lot of steps between understanding what Nick's going through and realising how much their relationship, and how they are together, has influenced that. And even fewer between that and realising that maybe, despite the ways he tries otherwise, he's ultimately doing more harm than good.

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you need somewhere else to be right now?

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are you offering?

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if it would help

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i dont really want to have sex right now ( a shocking revelation, surely. ) but if you have another suggestion

yeah, it'd help.

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[ The fact that he feels like he needs to say that at all confirms most of Logan's fears, but Nick isn't the only one ignoring his feelings right now. ]

I was working on my bike
you can come and watch

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yeah okay
i dont know shit about bikes, you'll have to teach me something
you there now?

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yeah there's a garage near the loft, we're storing them in there

you don't have to help
there's beer
you can play music if you want

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it might be interesting. helping.

give me a bit, i'm omw. and youre not allowed to complain about my music choices

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when do I complain about your music choices

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you don't, it's real sweet. see you soon

( uncharacteristically, nick isn't high or drunk when he turns up. he just looks tired, mostly, made worse by the fact that he doesn't mask the flat look on his face either. it takes longer than it should have for him to get to the garage, but he doesn't make any excuses when he arrives, just spins his device idly between two fingers as he sticks his head inside. )

You know, I can't drive.

( he offers up the information conversationally as he peers about the space, mildly curious. he's still messing with the device distractedly between his hands, but if the screen lights up with notifications he ignores it for the time being. )

Hey.

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[ When he gets there, he'll find Logan sitting on an upturned plastic crate, a heavy bike chain in his hands. He's carefully scrubbing at it with an old toothbrush. The motorcycle next to him is in a state of partial disassembly, various small parts scattered around it on newspapers on the floor. Another motorcycle, this one with a red color scheme, is parked in the garage, along with various bits of gym equipment and broken furniture stacked haphazardly in the corners and along the back wall.

There's a half-empty sixer by Logan's boot and a radio playing a country song with particularly filthy lyrics.

Logan glances up as Nick arrives, though he'd been aware of his approach well before he appeared in the doorway. ]

Hey.

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( there's more than enough littered around to catch nick's flighty attention, eyes flickering along the walls as he walks inside, but he's not actually here because he has any interest in the garage decor. he heads quickly to logan's side, reaches with one hand to scoop up one of those beers, and the other spreads out over his shoulder blade, palm flat on his back.

he wants to say something, but it's still knotted up somewhere painful and he doesn't quite know how to press on the spot without getting upset. so instead nick just leans in closer, gesturing vaguely at one of the complicated looking parts laid out on the newspaper. )

What does that do?

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[ It's the kind of casually sweet and familiar they don't usually do. Logan's still not quite used to it, all the more aware of that fact thanks to the conversation they've been having; for a beat he tenses up under Nick's touch, then he forces himself to relax and follows his gesture. ]

Helps the engine run without catchin' fire. Those are spares, I'm still tryin' to find some decent parts. Here, you wanna be useful -- [ He holds up the toothbrush he's been using to clean the chain for Nick to take. It's not exactly clean. ]

Use this and the rag over there on the parts where the chain was wrapped around. Carefully. Ridin' around in this goddamn humidity is gluin' it up with all kinds of crap. Tell me if you see any rust in there.

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( he feels the tension, of course he does, but he doesn't know what to do with that either, so nick just--drops his hand at the earliest convenience, cracks the beer instead. maybe being drunk would be a better idea — but a beer won't really cut it anyway.

he takes the toothbrush though, actually looks unreasonably pleased at the idea of scrubbing off a greasy bike chain. it's something productive, useful in a way he distinctly doesn't feel right now, and he doesn't really mind getting dirty. )

How did you learn this sort of thing? ( he asks the question to the rag in his hands, wiping away at the scrubbed spots carefully and pausing for quick sips of the beer in between. ) Did someone teach you, or did you just like...pick it up along the way?

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[ Rather than going back to his own task or picking up another one, Logan just folds his oil-smeared hands between his knees and watches Nick, studying the back and side of his head like he's trying to commit the sight to memory. When Nick pauses and glances back over at him, he leans down as if he's just fetching a drink, tugging a beer out of the sixer. ]

Picked it up, most of it. Learned some of it in the service. Spent some time ridin' through Italy in the 40's once we helped kick the Germans out. [ He shrugs a bit and snaps his beer open, sucking some of the froth off his thumb when it bubbles over. ] It helps to have somethin' to do. Machines make sense. Most of the time.