Rehab. She had been there. Holding his hand. Listening. Nodding. Hugging. Patting his back. Watching his defenses be broken down. Watching him become more and more human. Watching him become more and more what she had always wanted him to be -- as vunerable as she was. She spent all her free time with him and spent the night more and more often. Yet, every morning she was up early - showered, dressed, fed, and out the door. Out the door on her way to her life that he was not a part of. The cakes and Marit. Anders and the house. Making him dinner. Cleaning their house. Every morning she rolled out of bed and looked at Logan laying so peacefully. So handsome. So strong in his weaknesses. It was becoming harder and harder to leave him.
She stood by the window, looking out at the street. The street where, mere days earlier, she had discovered him. Him and his vice. His secret. She spun around and kissed him on the lips. Stealing a kiss that was rightfully her's. She laughed more. She smiled more. She danced around the house. Radiant. Shining. ``Well, hello, lovely. What's this hug for?``