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It was like a Mexican Stand-off. Logan sat on one side of his brother’s hospital bed staring hardly at the enigmatic Frenchman sitting in the same position on the other side, staring back just as intently. Logan had his elbows resting on his knees, and really had no shame in staring the guy out. So what if he was trying to figure him out with actually trying to talk to him? He was a Secret Intelligence Agent. Secretive shit was what he did, and if he didn’t feel like talk to the other guy yet, then he fucking was going to talk to him yet. And if having someone else in the room was bothering him, he certainly wasn’t going to let on to the fact. In fact, he kept his emotions schooled to complete blankness, so no Kindred senses were piqued without invitation. It wasn’t an easy skill to hone, remaining blank and calm, but Logan was highly trained to even cheat lie detector tests, so he had the ability to pull it off.

( Between them, Rory lay unconscious and with his sedatives stopped that morning as promised, it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up... )

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