Logan was sitting on a bench, dissheveled and clearly a bit out of it. He hadn't been sleeping, and he couldn't remember when he'd eaten last. The police had found him perched on the edge of one of London's smaller bridges, dangling off the side, drunk on cheep booze a kind soul had given him.
Looking up, he studied Jack with dark eyes.
"Why are you here, Harkness?" he asked quietly. "How are you here?"
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Date: 2015-06-01 07:36 am (UTC)Looking up, he studied Jack with dark eyes.
"Why are you here, Harkness?" he asked quietly. "How are you here?"