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I get the feeling Logan isn’t too good with delegating

"Why would I do that?" he asks, leaning against the wall, sliding his thumb across his phone screen "I told you not to have a bloody party"

Thank Zeus I didorders in the kitchen I have an exam fourth period tomorrow, but I can study at lunch At theup the sticky, squashed pie pieces that are stuck to the floor The recycling bins are filled to the brim with empties, the kitchen is clean and the tables are wiped down The floor’s the last thing left

"It would be the gentleentle floors"

"Nice"

He quirks his head to the side like he’s going to say soh the door

After two full days

He lu, but unsteady on his feet, looking straight ahead

Like Logan, -uy who showers after work, not before Or, at least, he used to be

Now, especially when he’s co him look bent and older than he is His flannel shirt is wrinkled and dirty and his black-gray hair hangs in his eyes

"What’s this, Ellie?" he slurs

And the weird thing is--I hope he yells at me Grounds ular fatherwho actually cared

"I, uh, had so up before we open toives a s so closely

"I’oin’ to bed I’ll be up to help Marty when you leave for school"

Then he clo kitchen door, to the back steps that lead to our apart the floor

A few an, "You don’t have to do that, you know"

"Don’t have to do what?"

"Worry You’re all tense, like you think he’s going to hurt y to speak to an looks down at h me, read my mind

"It doesn’t have to be his fists There’s all kinds of ways to hurt people Isn’t there?"

Usually, it doesn’t bother me I don’t let it But the last few days haven’t been usual And big, giant aching tears well in my eyes

"He hatesan’s brows draw close together, and after a race that’s surprising for a guy his size, he walks over and sinks down onto the floor next to ainst the wall

He leans in close and whispers so gently, "I don’t think that’s true"