Logan sniffed the carnations in his hand and fingered the small box in his pocket. He tried Carlos' phone again as the elevator went up, but it rang out.
His apartment was dark when he got home. He knew it was late, but Carlos always waited up for him. Although, he must be mad today because Logan hadn't responded to any of his calls or texts, and had gone to bed early.
He entered and locked the door behind him, disabled the alarm and turned on the lights.
Carlos was hunched over the dining table with his head in his hands. His shoulders heaved with sobs.
"Babe, what's wrong? Is everything okay--are you okay?" Logan asked instinctively as he dropped the flowers, and was kneeling beside Carlos three seconds later.
Carlos cringed away from him, pain...and anger, flashing behind his glazed eyes.
"I saw my dad today, Logan." His voice broke with tears, and Logan's heart along with it.
"What happened, Carlos? Did something happen you--did he do something?" Logan asked again, his heart thumping loudly against his chest.
Why was Carlos having this reaction to him?
"Logan, is it true?" Tears stained Carlos' face, and fresh ones ran down his cheeks.
"Is what true, Carlos? You know you can tell me anything, right? Seeing you like this is killing me." Logan said truthfully, his hands trembling. He was stalling, but he knew.
"It's all bullshit, right? Just my dad trying to mess with me and get between us, right?" Carlos' voice was bordering on hysterical.
Logan looked away from Carlos, to hide his own tears. He could not face him.
"Say something for God's sake, Logan. Tell me my dad is full of shit, that--that he's lying...that you didn't sleep with my mum, that you're not just using me. I know he doesn't care about my happiness, but you do. You are my happiness. He's lying to me, isn't he, Logan?" Carlos asked again, holding Logan's face in his hands.
Logan's heart broke, and he shook his head as hot tears stung his eyes.
Carlos' hands fell from his face and his knees buckled, but Logan caught him before he fell.
"Get your hands the fuck off me." Carlos spat coldly, supporting himself on the table.
"Carlos,--"
Carlos dried his eyes and stared blankly at Logan.
"I just want to know one thing. Why did you do it, Logan? Why?" He asked, staring into space, his lower lip trembling.
"I was stupid, Carlos. I--"
"Damn straight you were! I loved you, Logan! What exactly was my part in yours and my dad's little fued? Or my mum...did you think how all this would make her feel? Oh god, my sisters." He was yelling and his entire body shook.
Anger bubbled inside Carlos, it laced his every word and darkened his gentle eyes.
"I was blinded by my desire for revenge, my love. I did not think I would ever fall as hard as I did for you." Logan said pathetically, and reached for Carlos.
The knot in his chest tightened as Carlos stepped out of his touch, his body shaking with sobs.
"Bullshit. That's all fucking bullshit, Logan."
He watched helplessly as Carlos disappeared into the bedroom and came out with an overnight bag.
Logan sighed, burying his face in his hands. He knew Carlos was stubborn, and right now he wanted to be alone. But he did not trust him not to do something stupid.
"Carlos, you're really angry right now. And you're hurting. It's late...please just stay the night." Logan begged, stepping in front of him.
"Like hell I'm hurting, Logan. I don't need this right now, so you're going to get the hell out my way."
"Where are you even going to go at this time of night?" Logan asked reasonably, but Carlos was beyond being sensible right now.
"I don't fucking care. Honestly, I'd rather be six feet under than here with you. You're fucking awful, Logan." He answered, pushing past him and going out the door.
Guilt ate away at Logan. He wanted to run after Carlos, to hug him, and kiss him and tell him how sorry he was. He wanted to love him. But Carlos wanted nothing to do with him.
He dropped heavily to the floor with his back against the door and hugged his knees to his chest. He pulled the red velvet box from his pocket and opened it. The ring glittered in the artificial light of his apartment and he lifted it out of the box.
He was going to ask Carlos to marry him, and then they would go back to England and start a new chapter of their lives. Maybe one day, he would have told him about everything. If only he had acted fast enough.
His phone rang and he hurriedly picked it up. Carlos.
"Are you going to tell me where my son is so I can go and pick him up? He doesn't need to be alone right now." Carlisle's sarcasm dripped through the phone and Logan's anger bubbled inside him.
He hung up and let himself cry. This felt too close to what he had gone through all those years ago.
Only this time, he was going to fix this, come hell or high water.
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