#logan 004.

[lydsdonovan]

where: lydia's house who: @logandonovan & @nathaniel-donovan

"They said they would call me when they had something, but -- but how long is that going to take?" Lydia shook her head, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks with her hand as she sat herself down on the couch. She'd only just walked through the door moments before Logan and Nate arrived, having spent the last few hours at the police station with her father filing a missing person's report. The officers on duty seemed to be just as appalled by the idea as they were, wondering how someone could have so easily impersonated law enforcement and gotten access to a police car. Moreso, why had they targeted Landon specifically? None of it made any sense in her head. "And now I'm just supposed to sit here and wait? What if they took him out of the state? What if he's hurt? I should be doing something, I should be looking for him, I -- I don't...what am I supposed to do?"

[malcohen]

where: mal's apartment, downtown who: @logandonovan & malcolm cohen

Thank god Malcolm had the good enough sense to clean his apartment the day prior; otherwise, his face would be as red as a tomato right about now -- which, considering the nerves that had been plaguing him the entire day, wouldn't have been that much of a different shade than the one at present. Still, it made him feel more at ease as he led Logan through the front door of his place, seeing everything spic and span. "It's not much, but it's cozy enough," he prefaced, discarding his shoes to the side. The apartment was small, and Malcolm still had a lot of decorating to do, but at the end of the day, he was proud that he was stable enough to have held onto it for this long in the first place. Before prison, he'd been kicked out of countless living situations, whether it be due to drugs or noise complaints -- hell, one time it was for property damage -- so this was a welcome change, one that he knew he could feel good about, even with how bare-bones it looked.

"Oh, this is Pepper," Malcolm grinned as the small, black French Bulldog excitedly ran up to the two of them, sniffing at Logan's feet. "She's friendly as hell. Almost nine, if you can believe it." He'd adopted her mere weeks after his release, and they'd been inseparable ever since. "Can I get you anythin'? I got water, soda...I dunno if you can tell but I don't get many, uh, guests."