Mondays

7

„Do I sound like I'm fucking kidding Peter?" Logan angrily said into the phone.

„Yes, all of it, cancel it all." Logan said, rubbing his temples, trying to calm down.

Right after he received the news about Richard, he made his way back inside to tell Paris and Doyle what is going on, and to excuse him and Rory for the rest of the night. He then returned to Rory who still couldn't believe what is happening in her life right now.

Her grandpa was her rock, he believed in her and never doubted that she could conquer anything she tackles. He inspired her and had her back at all times. She knew, that without him, she wouldn't be where she is right now and for that life, for that privileged life she will always be thankful to him, for the person he made her and for the person he was.

Logan helped Rory stand up and walked with her to a cab he ordered. She didn't say a thing and he understood, he didn't force her to talk to him either.

„I can call your mom and tell her that you will meet her tomorrow to talk about everything." He said, looking at his phone, organising a hotel for them tonight, all while having Rory lie with her head on his lap. She couldn't stop crying and she just shook her head, knowing very well, that she won't have the strength to face her mother, or anyone else for that matter.

You see, reality and the real world doesn't allow you to be sad, when someone dies, no matter who it is, you have a day to mourn and then it's all, funeral organisation and checking things off of your do to list, like you're some kind of a robot, unable to feel crushed and low.

Logan understood that Rory needed time to feel sad and to get through this and he was going to be there, that was the one thing he was sure of, he wasn't going to leave her to do that alone. They soon arrived to the hotel he booked a couple of minutes ago and he paid the driver to bring their bags inside as he was busy helping Rory, since her eyes were red and puffy and her vision blurry.

He walked her inside of the room and carried the bags inside that the driver left in front of the door. Rory was a mess. She looked lifeless and didn't say a single word the whole time. Logan looked around the room, putting Rory's bag on the table and pulling out everything she would possibly need for the night, her toiletries and her PJ's, all neatly stacked at the top, making Logan's job an easy one.

He knew Rory needed to take a shower and go straight to bed, but all she could do is stare out of the window in her long dress, with smudged make up and messy hair. He walked over to her and wrapped his hands slowly around her waist from behind.

„We need to get you to bed Ace." He smiled and rested his head next to hers, feeling her body still unconsciously shiver under his touch. She nodded simply, but couldn't move her body, she just kept starring out of the window, thinking about all of the things that she still needed her grandpa to see. Her grandpa, the only man figure in her life, she only definition of a true man she had growing up and becoming who she is. So many thoughts were running through her head and she couldn't believe that she would never see him read his newspaper at the dinning room table.

Logan knew she needed to sleep, that it would help her, he placed his hand on her zipper at the back of her dress and Rory moved her hair aside, signalising him that it is okay. He slowly unzipped her dress, which fell right down to their feet, revealing her petite body in nothing else but underwear. She turned around and the only thing Logan was looking at were her light blue eyes, surrounded by redness, it saddened him to see her like this. He picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bathroom, bringing everything she needed later on, closing the doors and walking back to the room. He made her some tea, turned on the tv and ordered everything he knew she would like from the room service, waiting patiently for her to walk out of the bathroom.