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Andrew Grey Boxer. Underground fighter. SO YOU GOTTA FIRE UP YOU GOTTA LET GO YOU'LL NEVER BE LOVED TILL YOU MAKE YOUR OWN

[loganxcook]

“Pretty sure your definition of survivor is from a different dictionary to mine then.” Giving a bitter laugh Logan was about to continue with anger in his voice, his rage straining to break free and fill the room. To break anything and everything. But instead he found his heart rate picking up for a different reason when he Scotsman took his hand. A sense of calm washed over him, something Logan hadn’t thought he’d ever get again but as much as he wanted to revel in it he knew he couldn’t. “I know I don’t have to but it’s my choice to. That’s what I wanted you to know. That I’m not about to let someone get close to me when I’m about to expire.” His eyes were drawn to their hands once more, except this time he had his resolve back. With every bit of self control he had, Logan pulled his arm back slowly, his hand following. The way he slipped it from Andrew’s grasp made something tighten in his chest from the loss of the contact between them. The loss of the thing that had been providing him comfort. But this wasn’t about him, he couldn’t be selfish. “I won’t do that to you, Andrew.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“You’re such an arse,” Andrew growled in response to Logan’s laugh, “you know what I meant. Don’t belittle my own statement like that.” The dagger dug deeper at the loss of Logan’s hand. It twisted a little more, burst every vital artery. He pulled back as Logan did, but instead turned away in order to hide the onslaught of what he felt were the brimming of salted tears. He cursed himself in silence. He couldn’t recall the last time there’d been a single tear shed, and now the man that outraged him was drawing out the beginnings of something. “That isn’t your decision-- who I want to be with. Like Dale. It’s my choice, and it always will be. If your choice isn’t me then so be it, but mine is you. I don’t want to do this anymore. I want you to leave if that’s all you’re ever going to do.”

[loganxcook]

He didn’t think he’d ever met someone so damn infuriating in their opinions and what only added to his anger was the fact that he knew he couldn’t even defend himself. Hot and cold, resisting and then caving, distancing himself but at the same time unable to cut ties completely. Despite knowing he’d been unfair, he’d already given his apology and while it hadn’t been well recieved he wasn’t about to beg. The original decision he’d made to just stay away seemed like the one he was now going to follow, his anger and it apparently being what Andrew wanted his main motivation as he strode wordlessly back to the door. Except as soon as his fingers met with the cool metal of the handle they lost all willingness to carry out the action needed for him to leave for good. Frustration got the better of him and before he could stop himself, the side of his fist pounded against the wood. “You want honesty? Fine.” Words flew from his lips quickly and roughly, before he let his mind censor his statement. “I’m fucking dying, Andrew. I’m not the survivor everyone thinks I am, turns out I can’t really beat cancer because it came back for me. It’ll be a fucking miracle if I make it to the end of the year.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

Andrew had been reaching for his pack when Logan’s action caused him to jump. He dropped the duffel by its strap and turned, wide-eyed and focused on the sudden change in conversation. There had been plenty of rumors to confirm Logan Cook’s battle with cancer; even the latest press on Park Avenue had deliberated their own interests.  “Logan,” the Scotsman exhaled a sigh as he approached, “dying doesn’t take away the definition of survivor.” He curled his hand around the man’s fist, attempting to straighten out fingers clenched with anger. “You don’t have to make it to the end of the year alone. That’s what I’ve always wanted you to know. To understand. Because you deserve that whether attempt to deny it or not.”

[livia-lawson]

When her telenovela  catch up was interupted by a knock at the door, a groan left her lips. So much for a quite evening. Tugging down the hem of the oversized top she was wearing, curtsey of Carter, Livia made her way to the door, swinging it open with an openly displeased look. That look soon faded into one of concern then right back to displeasure as she took in the bruised features of her friend.  “Andrew, what the hell?” Her lips pursed as she looked at him, quickly drawing conclusions of what had happened. It wan’t the first time she’d seen him worse for wear after a fight but more recently he’d been seeking out that doctor to help with his injuries. “Please tell me he didn’t cause this.” 

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“Nice top.” Without waiting for an invite, Andrew slipped through the doorway and headed toward a couch he’d long ago claimed as his. “It wasn’t that bad. Only a slight concussion they said-- oh, and did you know that hospital gowns really aren’t my color? I mean, I can usually pull off just about anything but those aren’t very flattering.” He paused right before the sofa, thrummed his fingers across its back before switching direction for the kitchen. “Do you have food? I’m starved. And yes, I am blatantly ignoring your last statement.”

[loganxcook]

Trying to hold back his scoff was a fruitless endeavour when the Scotsman seemed to have a skewed perception of his motives and how he view himself. He was toxic. A timebomb. A burden. Hardly someone to covet. “Honoured? It’s not as if I act as though my company is some sort of blessing or gift. Pretty much the opposite.” Logan’s expression only darkened as Andrew continued, any good nature or hope he’d had upon arriving quickly evaporating. “I hadn’t forgotten but apologising is the decent thing to do.” At the other man’s prompting - more like dismissal - he shook his head, a hand raking through his hair at the same time. “Andrew, I’m trying -” Trying to do what? Too much to put into words if Andrew wasn’t willing to listen. “I’m trying.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“Well, you certainly make it that way, don’t you? Honestly, Cook, you either want to spend time with me then act like you hate it, or you don’t want to spend time with me and act like you do. I’ve no idea what you fecking expect me to do with this.” Andrew did not pay his apology attention, not after he’d just finished a speech regarding its useless presence. “I like to think I’m done with you. Now if you could leave so I could keep believing that, it would be the first honest thing you did for me.” A fight at the underground was beginning to seem promising regardless of having just recently taken part. He reached for the jacket draped across his chair's backing, prepared to take his leave as soon as Logan left the premises.

[loganxcook]

It had been a long shift, taking him all the way through the night and into the sunrise. On his way home, Logan had been forced to admit two things: he was starving and a certain Scotsman hadn’t been far from his mind the entirety of the shift. As he took the elevator his mind was made up, two birds with one stone and all that. They’d shared breakfast before, usually after Andrew had been in a fight but before he could knock the door opened and someone was shoved out at the same time he was pulled into the room. Perhaps if he hadn’t been so tired he wouldn’t have been so easily moved.  Still blurry-headed from his tiredness and thrown from what he’d just witnessed, there was quite a pause before he stumbled out his response. “I, uh, came to see if you wanted breakfast. And to apologise for the other day.” 

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“You came to see me?” Andrew was amused, but not in the way one would wish a fellow friend-- or whatever they happened to be, in this case. He bit a sarcastic tongue and swallowed a dark bout of laughter. “Should I feel honored?” Clearly, the biting of his tongue could not be held behind sharp fangs. “I do recall disliking apologies. Maybe you forgot. It wouldn’t surprise me given how you-” Andrew gestured dismissively “-act around me. So no, I do not want breakfast with you. Is that all?”

[harlowrenier]

“Maybe you just haven’t been fucking the right lawyers.” Harlow shot back. “Besides, I think he was the exception to the male species in general. I’ve got half a mind to send you out to him so you can see for yourself just terrible he is.” Reflecting on her previous bedroom escapades, Harlow realized that most of the sex she’d had recently was mediocre at best. Sure, there were a few needle in the haystack experiences in there but even then, she guessed Andrew was having much better luck than her when it came to leaving satisfied. “I only fake it if they have a nice personality.” She pointed out. “It’s called being charitable.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“I stand by the notion that no lawyer is the right lawyer, Harley.” Andrew tipped back the Scottish liquor, the burn passing his lips and settling in his throat. “So, you’re telling me this lawyer isn’t straight as an arrow? Impossible. They all think they’re heterosexual godsends. And that’s hardly from charitable. Wait till their next sex partner. You let them go on with the notion they’re glorious, only to be let down by the next and left highly uneducated. Clearly you’re worse than me.”

[dach1x1-blog]

God, what an asshole. Basil drew back when the other stayed sitting, as if to say, ‘that’s what I thought’. He crossed his arms and all but hissed at the stranger sitting. “I would if your fuckin’ attitude wasn’t the olfactory equivalent of a sewage tank. Here’s a tip, genius: don’t start fights if you don’t want any.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“Listen, kid,” Andrew droned, the conversation now a distant interest, “it’s my career. You’d be a puddle of blood. I’ve got no problem showing you that, either. You should learn to hold your tongue.”

[harlowrenier]

Harlow scoffed as she shook her head. “You are single-handedly the most self-absorbed person I’ve ever met. God, who raised you?” She gave him a pointed look. “And I would hardly call your slutty ways charitable, Romeo. It’s more like a giveaway.” Leaning against the counter, Harlow took a swig of beer. “Your candor is truly charming.” She replied dryly. “Not much to say, though. Pretty much been doing the usual whoring around. Although, I will tell you that one of the last guys I slept with was— something. He was a lawyer so naturally I had assumed he’d fuck well but god, Andrew, I didn’t even come close to being satisfied. I couldn’t even fake it for him, I just zoned out.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

Andrew smothered the briefest frown with his beer, take a swig in order to cover the thought that came with her teasing question. Who raised him? He didn’t bother to sass out an answer. In fact, he ditched the prospect altogether in search of a better distraction-- Harlow and her lawyer. “Shite, Harley. You never bed a lawyer. They’re greedy; you’ll never get off when they put their own pleasure first. What were you thinking? You lose points for that one. Don’t go faking it for anyone, either, if they’re horrible they better know it.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

His palm found the man’s chest and pushed, bored with the prospect that the stranger could have been. Rising from the couch, Andrew gestured toward the door. The action proved to not be popular with the man he’d invited home. There were argumentative protests on the other’s end as the Scotsman shoved belongings into their arms. “Get out,” he grumbled, swinging wide the door to send his companion through, “you aren’t getting lucky and--” Logan. “You, out,” he gave the intruder a final shove, “you, in.” Taking hold of Logan’s upper arm he gave a swift pull and shut the door, cutting off the last protesting remarks of the previous occupant. "You. What do you want?"

[harlowrenier]

“Right, right. Woe is them.” Harlow agreed dramatically. “You’re the one that got away. The elusive lover— a true heartbreaker.” Opening her refrigerator, she pulled out two cold bottles of Scottish ale. Though she liked to keep her alcohol supply stocked with various kinds, Harlow found that this particular beer was typically reserved for when she hung out with Andrew. Snapping the caps off, she set one down in front of him. “Here, maybe you can drink the narcissism away and try to be a decent person for once.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“I’m plenty decent,” Andrew countered, “I give people the blessing of sleeping with me, which in turn makes their life worth living for a single night. That actually sounds quite charitable to me. What kind of person would I be if I kept myself from the public?” He accepted the beer with a grin, glad to find the brand reminded him of home. The only liquor he ever consumed was of Scottish descent. “Now, aren’t you going to tell me about your own whorish endeavors?”

[iamnellie]

The feeling is mutual, Daniel.

[andrewgrxy-blog]

"He asked for my number before I left,” the Scotsman mused, “a lot of them do. Don’t get me wrong-- he was a looker-- but I told him I don’t feck a one night stander twice for a reason. I think he may have cried when I left, Harley. I mean, I’d miss me too.”

[dach1x1-blog]

Suddenly, Basil was standing, without really registering the desire to move. He turned towards his offender, shoulders tense, face stern, eyes wide in rage. “Fuck you, asshole,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “what the fuck is your problem? You get off on being the biggest douche in the room or something? ‘Cause it’s working.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

Andrew snorted at the younger; seeming full of attitude and a death wish. He didn’t bother to stand. Gazing down at an incompetent child, the Scotsman decided, was not on his to do list. “You appear to be,” he pointed out, “as you’ve lost your shite over a mere suggestion. Feck, man, breathe a little.”

[dach1x1-blog]

Basil narrowed his eyes angrily at the sentiment he read into Andrew’s words. The sigh alone was rubbing him the wrong way. “Yeah, that’s really helpful. If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around to hear, does it make a sound, dumbass?” Basil snapped, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“Where is your babysitter,” Andrew grumbled while pushing himself up to sit, “isn’t there a rule about leaving children unattended? Go play with your blocks, kid.”

[loganxcook]

“I did - and to enjoy the coffee here.” Logan shrugged, knowing his reasoning would probably fall flat but it had been the truth but he’d regrettably allowed himself to get distracted from someone he did want to spend time with. “Nothing’s got me bothered, I just zoned out and I’m sorry. I’m sure they would but I’d like you to stay, unless of course you’d rather leave. Promise I’ll at least attempt to give you my undivided attention.” Grinning at him as he teased, he could only hope it would be enough to make him stay. 

[andrewgrxy-blog]

“Zoned out,” the Scotsman repeated, “so I must be boring you.” Andrew pushed his plate to the side, and his coffee felt cold despite the clear vision of steam escaping its surface. “Something has you bothered, Logan. I’m no idiot, and I don’t do secrets.” He dug money from his wallet and placed it upon the tabletop in order to pay, “I’ll go. Won't be a bother then.”

[dach1x1-blog]

Basil frowned uncomfortably at the television in the foyer, particularly at the commercial that was currently airing. It was a slideshow of sad, cold animals above a banner that listed out major credit cards and charity information. Even though the sound was muted, Basil could imagine what was going on there–some poorly-written country ballad detailing how cold it was, projecting cries of help from the pitiful creatures on screen.

“This shit is fucking sick.”

[andrewgrxy-blog]

Andrew opened an eye and peered over at the one who disturbed the space with a voiced opinion. He heaved a heavy sigh from his place upon one of the lobby’s many couches; didn’t glance at the television where the outcry must have been derived from. “Then ignore it. You aren’t required to watch.”

[loganxcook]

The noise in the café almost drowned out his own thoughts as he waited in the queue and for that he was undeniably thankful. It gave him a brief escape from his own bitterness as instead of focusing on himself,  he drank in everything going on around him. It took a good few moments to realise that there was someone speaking next to him, which he could only imagine was aimed at him. Turning towards them, Logan barely hesitated before he spoken. If he’d misjudged, he’d misjudged it’d hardly be the end of the world. “Sorry, what was that?” He kept is question light and accompanied it with a small smile in the hope that they wouldn’t be deterred by his earlier lapse in attention.

[andrewgrxy-blog]

Andrew frowned. He’d been droning on about his latest fight; one in which the Doctor had previously scolded him for. “I know my looks never go ignored,” he remarked, “but I do like to think you asked me to the café to actually, I don’t know, speak.” Picking at the scone left on his plate the man shrugged, “What has you all bothered now? I could go if you’d prefer. Plenty of other people that would love to pay attention to me.”