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Logan was finally drifting off to sleep. He was so close to dreaming that he could almost feel the rain and the sun and the wind again, all at the same time. Then again, maybe it was the drugs generating his feelings. The sensation was almost too wonderful for him to care about the difference. And then the opposing clash of metal on metal tore through his mind and body like clashing titans, throwing him back into reality. He gasped, his head shooting up towards the source of the sound. Across the white room, the iron door that caged him inside was opening slowly. Logan made no attempt to run out or even move; he had made that mistake on his first night. He simply sat in silence, observing who might be coming to visit today. A taller boy around his own age, with blond hair and blue eyes, entered the room. The sweeping of white robes told Logan that he was a staff member, but he had guessed that already, despite how early it was. This appearance would have been pretty basic to him, except that the blond man’s face was terribly familiar. When the answer of who this was came to him, Logan shoved himself back as far as he could go, his body tense as though ready to run at any moment.

"That’s what they told me when they first put me in here," Logan said in a guarded tone, but he nodded his head for the man to approach. His body relaxed and his head lowered in defeat, eyes downcast and staring distantly at the floor. There was nothing he could have done to help himself, so why try? If this doctor wanted to cart him away, then he would, even if he had to call for help, which would make the situation way worse then it already was. And besides, it didn’t look like he was preparing to send Logan off for another experiment.
“Then again, you never do know what they are going to do,” He said under his breath, his eyes flicking back up at the blond man who could only be Gabriel.

Logan had to admit, this man really was different. His words were light and conversational with no hint of sinister intentions, and he made no advancements toward him. It would have surprised him further if he had seen the small smile. Despite Gabriel’s kind exterior, though, Logan couldn’t quite bring himself to trust him.
“You know only what is on the paper, but you do not know me.” He finally looked up, scanning the man before him. “Likewise, I know nothing but your name, and I know that you are his son.”

“Id rather be sleeping then….well, sitting here. You know they could at least give me some puzzles….Oh, Id rather be dead then living, but hey, we don’t always get what we want,” Logan said dryly. He followed suit and leaned against the wall, letting his legs trail out before him. He stared questioningly at Gabriel through his dark hair. What the hell does this guy want? Is he just bored?
“You know, you may not want to fall asleep there. I’m crazy, I just might kill you.” He rubbed his sore eyes before folding his hands in his lap.

Logan shrugged. “Forgive my lack of conversational skills, I don’t get out much.” He almost chuckled, but it felt odd to him so he stopped, turning it into a cough instead. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the doctor. “Yeah Gabriel, you don’t look like you are going to sleep at all,” He said sarcastically, shaking his head.
“You know, you are really strange,” He observed after a moment. “Different." He found it odd that he was talking to this guy at all. It used to say on the charts that Logan was mute, that is until he snapped at one of the other patients over some pencils and paper. They had taken them away from him after that, and he hadn’t seen them in a while.

"Can I have that?" Logan asked, breathless as he reached his hand out greedily. His eyes met Gabriel’s and he pulled his hand back slowly. He folded his arms across his chest, pretending he didn’t care, but the slight twitch in his hand and the constant movement of his eyes said that he couldn’t want it more. His body almost shook he wanted it so badly. “Please…Gabriel?”

Logan reached out, stunned, and slowly wrapped his fingers around the pen. He didnt take it though, looking up instead at Gabriel to make sure it was really alright. A moment later it was clutched against his chest, and then being shoved into one of his deep pockets. In a place like this, nothing was safe. He nodded at Gabriel, unsure of what to do.

Edgar arose from his bed once more and started doing more push-ups and sit-ups. He could care less what the other guys were up to. They usually did not have anything very interesting to say. They were crazy. He was not crazy. At least, that is what he was hoping.