”It’s okay.”
”No. It’s not.”
“Come on, big guy… This kind of thing happens to everybody.”
“Not for me.”
“Well, it happened now. But it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters.”
“We can try again later.”
“Is there ‘later’?”
“Uh… I certainly hope so. Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? Marie…”
Logan huffed and rose from the bed, combing his fingers through his tousled hair.
“We could ask help.”
“Right.”
“You’re not alone in this, you know.”
“It’s just… This hasn’t happened to me before.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Oh. Well, there’s first time for everything.”
“And this will be the last time, I promise.”
He looked absolutely devastated.
“We could ask Scott. I’m sure he could…”
“No!”
“Come on, Logan. Be a man.”
“I am. But I’m not going to ask help from Summers.”
“Why not?”
“Can you really see us talking about this?”
“Uhm… No. Not really. No.”
“Touché.”
Logan walked to the window and stared out in to the night.
“What if I talked to Jean?”
“Why? This is not your problem.”
“But it kind of is my problem.”
“I’m sure I can do better if we try again.”
“Right now?”
“Right now. Give me those goddamned instructions.”
“But they’re written in German…”
“I fucking know that! Don’t you think I would have gotten that fucking drawer fixed up in no time if they were written in English?”
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