A little voice inside his head told him this was a bad idea. That Jack couldn't love him. No one loved him. ...But the kiss felt so right, and even though he was certain he couldn't be happy, that he couldn't be cared for- He wanted to be. He wanted this to be as real as it felt.

"God, I hate you," he said quietly, but the words sounded like lies.

Especially when Logan slipped his arms around Jack and kissed him harder.