Post by Logan Blackwood on Jan 4, 2014 16:35:44 GMT -5
0848 Hours
Lucas's Apartment
Arlington, Virginia
Logan looked respectfully at the ring. He understood Lucas's angle and need to have it. Contingency was a man thing, an element of control, in a very very volatile environment, such as a relationship. There really was not much one could hope to control on an even keeled one-on-one thing. Having a ring on standby, it was something at least. It also took financial pressures off of future situations. Rings weren't cheap - especially rings from Tiffany's. Lucas did have good taste, for what it was worth.
"I hope you get to give it to her," Logan said cheerfully. He really meant it. Logan wanted Lucas to be happy, to avoid a life like his. He didn't wish that on anyone, not even his enemies, his competition, or his rivals. A life spent unhappy isn't worth living. Sometimes, however, when Logan would think on that - and the implications of such thought processes, he had to admit defeat, his life had gone too long for it to simply be extinguished. He deserved his suffering, however. That was his analysis anyways.
Logan stood, buttoning his jacket as he did - he constantly felt the need to keep his attire professional and proper. Again - it was an element of control for him. He looked over at Lucas, a warm smile on his clean smooth face. He held out his hand to Lucas, "Lucas, I don't want to keep you any longer." he said, casually. He could honestly say he was thankful for this assignment, after all was said and done. "Clean bill of health, if you ever need anything - just ask." Logan finished.
His thoughts idly danced around the possibility of stopping by Azalea's - but he decided against it for the time being. They would spend time together later. For now, Logan had thoughts of tracking down a house-warming gift for his friend here, and perhaps a little personal shopping. There was a good wine shop in DC he wanted to hit. The bottom line, Logan was more than happy to be walking away from this whole meeting without a heavy conscious. Without worrying about how Lucas would react to him in a command situation again. It was a good day, and still south of 9AM.
Tag Lucas "Saint" Clark
Lucas's Apartment
Arlington, Virginia
Logan looked respectfully at the ring. He understood Lucas's angle and need to have it. Contingency was a man thing, an element of control, in a very very volatile environment, such as a relationship. There really was not much one could hope to control on an even keeled one-on-one thing. Having a ring on standby, it was something at least. It also took financial pressures off of future situations. Rings weren't cheap - especially rings from Tiffany's. Lucas did have good taste, for what it was worth.
"I hope you get to give it to her," Logan said cheerfully. He really meant it. Logan wanted Lucas to be happy, to avoid a life like his. He didn't wish that on anyone, not even his enemies, his competition, or his rivals. A life spent unhappy isn't worth living. Sometimes, however, when Logan would think on that - and the implications of such thought processes, he had to admit defeat, his life had gone too long for it to simply be extinguished. He deserved his suffering, however. That was his analysis anyways.
Logan stood, buttoning his jacket as he did - he constantly felt the need to keep his attire professional and proper. Again - it was an element of control for him. He looked over at Lucas, a warm smile on his clean smooth face. He held out his hand to Lucas, "Lucas, I don't want to keep you any longer." he said, casually. He could honestly say he was thankful for this assignment, after all was said and done. "Clean bill of health, if you ever need anything - just ask." Logan finished.
His thoughts idly danced around the possibility of stopping by Azalea's - but he decided against it for the time being. They would spend time together later. For now, Logan had thoughts of tracking down a house-warming gift for his friend here, and perhaps a little personal shopping. There was a good wine shop in DC he wanted to hit. The bottom line, Logan was more than happy to be walking away from this whole meeting without a heavy conscious. Without worrying about how Lucas would react to him in a command situation again. It was a good day, and still south of 9AM.
Tag Lucas "Saint" Clark
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