Assisstants Lounge, early morning

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Usually after returning from Sean's oh-my-god-it's-when-in-the-morning? walk, there was nothing Angel liked better than crawling right back into bed. Sean, being a bit of a snuggle hound, usually agreed with him.

This morning was different, however. When they returned Sean began tugging at the leash. Too tired to argue and assuming Sean was trying to find a toy he'd left behind, Angel who in no way spoiled his child let the dog lead him to the assistants lounge.

"Whatever it is, find it quick," Angel told Sean. He got his key out and unlocked the door. "All I want right now is to get out of these clothes, get under the covers and - "

Angel stopped as the light from the hallway fell onto a figure sleeping on the couch.

" - Logan?"

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"This isn't my Darla," Angel said, curtly. "Now where did she go?"

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"I don't know," Logan said sharply. "She just ran off after Molly kicked her ass."

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"Fine. I'll find her." Angel nodded in Logan's direction. "How you doing? Need coffee or something?"

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Logan peered at his watch and slumped against the back of the couch. "Coffee good," he said.

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Angel scooped Sean up and dumped him on Logan's lap. "Here. Have a puppy. He can tide you over until the coffee's brewed."

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Logan smiled at Sean and scratched him behind the ears. The puppy thumped his tail frantically against Logan's leg and licked Logan's chin.

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Angel set about putting coffee on. "There might be food in the fridge. On the other hand there might be living food in the fridge. Not sure if you'd want to trust it."

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"It looks like the option at the moment is cafeteria food, so I guess I'll risk it," he said. He helped himself to a soda and a Twinkie he found in the fridge. Sean followed him to the fridge and back to the couch, so Logan gave him the end of the Twinkie.

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Soon enough the coffee was ready. Angel set about pouring a couple of cups. "Got class today?"

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"Unfortunately." He accepted a cup of coffee from Angel. "Thanks. Math and Journalistic Integrity. Which I'm pretty sure is an oxymoron. You?"

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"Studio Art," Angel said. "When's your first class?"

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"First period," Logan groaned. "Is that even legal? I think math at 8 am should be considered cruel and unusual punishment."

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"I'm barely coping with ACJ," Angel said, sympathetically. "Do you wanna grab a shower or something? John and I have one up in the room. Save you using the gym or going back home."

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"Actually, yeah, that'd be good," Logan said. He made as if to run a hand through his hair, but stopped when lifting his arm was too painful. "Hot water, yes?"

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"Hot water, yes," Angel confirmed. "Fluffy towels too."

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"Excellent," Logan said. "I can't abide rough towels." He looked the dirt and scrapes on his hands. "If I see her again, I'm going to kill her," he warned.

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"Aim for the heart," Angel said, simply.