The Maine Event

Chapter 12

What had started out as lasagne making had taken a sudden turn towards something a little bit more urgent, as the two now laid on the living room carpet, basking in afterglow, half naked.

Logan's thigh had healed significantly but he wasn't really giving it a lot of rest either, hence it was still a little sore. The room was dimly lit just by the few lonely table lamps, the light peering in from the adjecent kitchen, and the TV that nobody was watching.

Logan pulled himself up to lean against the couch, pulling the cover Rory had dragged out there from the bedroom earlier, down to the floor, and invited her to snuggle at his side under it.

"How did we ever get anything done when we were together?" Logan laughed with a hint of bitterness, wiping some weat off his forehead. By actually speaking out, being honest with each-other and not hiding, even their physical relationship had transformed into something more than it had been for the past few years. Surely even then it had been some form of comfort, but the way that they were connecting now was infinitely better. They were honest about their feelings for each-other.

"You being far away at work helped," she joked, thinking of the time they'd done long distance. Any one of those times.

"I guess then that's not going to be a problem, I suppose," he thought out loud thinking of the months to come. It was going to be a lot of work, plus he had the social calendar, which Shira was already quickly filling up for the newlyweds, to attend to.

"Agh..." he reacted, suddenly experiencing a burst of anger, "I hate that we wasted all this time," Logan added, rubbing his forehead. Things would've been very different if they hadn't.

Rory was quiet for a while. She knew it was more complicated than that, but still she felt it had been her fault for the most part.

"I'm sorry, you know," Rory replied hesitantly, observing him.

"Hey, don't start the blame game - it took two of us to mess things up, and it certainly wasn't my first mistake," Logan said. What he didn't say, was that his biggest fear now was, that what he was doing, what seemed so logical on paper - putting himself first to be free to do what he wanted, was a mistake too.

"Based on what I've understood from Dr. Abbot, it looks like many of my issues are basically just down to fear," she shared a minute later, having given it some thought, opening herself up a bit, feeling like she need to give something.

He had ideas, it didn't take a therapist to understand that the way Christopher had come in and out of her life for most of her childhood had something to do with her issues, but it seemed rude to just jump into conclusions for her.

"Fear of what?" he asked, caringly.

"Of getting hurt when people leave," Rory confessed, careful not to go into too much detail, knowing that speaking about those things hurt too.

"And I haven't really helped that matter, have I? And not just once," he sighed, a few moments later, apologetically. It was not just Christopher, it was him, it was also Dean - hell, he'd seen that breakup first hand, and if recalled correctly there had been something about Jess leaving town without telling her as well.

She shrugged. She didn't want to blame him.

"Come here," he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her half-naked form. "I'm so sorry," he said, his breath reaching her skin. The bottom of his chest physically ached when he thought about all of that she must feel.

"It's not just you, you know. It's dad, Dean, Jess... I guess I could even name a few others," she added, explaining what he'd already figured out.

"Well those three at least were all pretty much teenagers when they made their choices. I think that already sheds some light into how much sense their brains were making at the time," he tried to help.