Ugh... Nick knew Logan would be receptive to paying for the rest. He didn't mind it at all. It was the mushiness that came after that made him squirm. He really didn't know what to do with all this wide-eyed unconditional adoration. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and grunted in acknowledgement. "Yeah, yeah. We pay for half fair and square, right?"
He rolled up the extra money, around three hundred dollars, and stuffed it in his jacket. He might've looked grubby and selfish, but honestly, he was just going to spend it on furniture, bills and groceries, all of which Logan was going to use, too. Shit, was this really what being a real dad felt like? He was growing into organically, and that spooked him a little. The similarities with his pa was striking.
The lady came back with the lease, keys, and contracts. They were seated at the dining table, spending a good hour signing everything while the couple informed him of nearby places, like the 711, a grocery store, a basketball court, and the bust stop. When the tedious parts were done and the couple were gone, they were alone.
In their new apartment. He got flustered thinking about it, the last time he lived with a stranger being his wife back in Asia, and he just married her for the citizenship. Jesus, he hated feeling awkward. He ain't a little baby or nothing. Nick dropped his bag on the floor and reclined on his chair, rubbing the plastic top of the table with his palm. Jesus, he sure could use a beer right now.
"S'not too late to go out and get junk for the place, son. You'd probably prefer bedsheets, pillows and a blanket, yeah? Maybe get some food in the fridge too." He paused for a bit, sighing. He rubbed his palms on his thighs. "I'll try to look for a better job. I like butchery an' all, but it can't really support us, what with the bills and all."
He stood up and put his coat on. "Let's go?"
He rolled up the extra money, around three hundred dollars, and stuffed it in his jacket. He might've looked grubby and selfish, but honestly, he was just going to spend it on furniture, bills and groceries, all of which Logan was going to use, too. Shit, was this really what being a real dad felt like? He was growing into organically, and that spooked him a little. The similarities with his pa was striking.
The lady came back with the lease, keys, and contracts. They were seated at the dining table, spending a good hour signing everything while the couple informed him of nearby places, like the 711, a grocery store, a basketball court, and the bust stop. When the tedious parts were done and the couple were gone, they were alone.
In their new apartment. He got flustered thinking about it, the last time he lived with a stranger being his wife back in Asia, and he just married her for the citizenship. Jesus, he hated feeling awkward. He ain't a little baby or nothing. Nick dropped his bag on the floor and reclined on his chair, rubbing the plastic top of the table with his palm. Jesus, he sure could use a beer right now.
"S'not too late to go out and get junk for the place, son. You'd probably prefer bedsheets, pillows and a blanket, yeah? Maybe get some food in the fridge too." He paused for a bit, sighing. He rubbed his palms on his thighs. "I'll try to look for a better job. I like butchery an' all, but it can't really support us, what with the bills and all."
He stood up and put his coat on. "Let's go?"
