2020-04-18am - Cleanup on Aisle Owen - Logan and Owen

Logan takes in the scene and sighs.  “How have you lived this long, Owen?”  he asks, teasing as always.  He raises his voice, seeing that the phone is lit up but not looking at the name for the spectacle of his little brother.  “Owen is alive, he’s just drunk and bleeding and making a mess.  OK, Let’s get you in the downstairs bathroom.  Kurt is cleaning up the upstairs because the stench reached into MY place.  God, it's too late at night for this shit, Owen.”  the voice seems to be heading away.

Leading his brother into the downstairs bathroom, he pauses long enough to check the time.  12:03 a.m

Owen gets led away, forgetting about Fiona and Vincent and his phone. The alcohol is starting to wear off a bit since he puked and time has passed and now he's just in pain and feeling wretched. He's still buzzed, but the physical misery is becoming more prominent. Exhaustion is also beginning to find him. He lumbers after Logan slowly with struggling grunting sounds.

Logan lugs his brother into the downstairs half bathroom.  He’ll try and sit Owen on the toilet and reach for a hand towel, which he’ll wet and try to put it under Owen’s nose.  “I always thought I’d be cleaning Shay up like this.”  he tells him.  “What is with you these days?” he half demands.

Owen complies with his brother and looks much like he did when he was little and would take a soccer ball to the face. He lifts his head up and allows the care "I dunno I just got drunk. Its been a week ok?" His tone is a little defensive but he was vaguely aware his family was noticing that maybe his mental health was not at optimum.

Logan cleans him up, much as he did when Owen was littler.  He snorts.  “A week?  Try more like SIX weeks.  Ever since this island came back into being you’ve been off.  You were Ok when you visited me and Kurt .. for a few days … and then you got weird and have BEEN weird ever since.”  he takes Owen’s chin and tilts his head up, looking at his cleanup job and what may be wrong with Owen’s nose.  His voice softens.  “I just worry about you guys, OK?”

Owen looks suddenly sober and nods just a bit, not to interfere with Logan's cleaning him up "I know...I'm sorry. Just stuff man.......lotsa stuff." He looks pointedly at the wall.

Logan sighs deeply.  “Well, I’ll share mine if you share yours.”  he offers.  “Mine is … I took an extended leave of absence from my job when the island came back.  Put in for a transfer, even for when I go back to work, which will be the 20th.  Monday.”  of course the ferry is suspended, but Logan goes on.  “I didn’t tell Mom or Gran because they have enough to worry about … but …”  he tugs at Owens vomit shirt and, if he gets it off, he’ll move and start rinsing it out in the sink.  “I went and did what I said I was going to do before I started college three years ago.  I’m a fireman/EMT, Owen.”  he begins to rub soap into the shirt.  “Your turn, baby brother.”

Owen lets the shirt be taken from him. Logan's patterns are familiar and he's both comforted and vulnerable. He smiles a little at the job switch and then sighs "Congratulations...shitty timing though." Swallowing hard he just spills it "I'll give you a list....L left me years ago and I never knew why. Now they're back and it's somehow fucking me up. I was sexually assaulted. It was a awhile ago but for some reason that trauma keeps kicking me in the face now. And....do you remember Slaine?" He realizes he's mushing it all together but his brain is still foggy.

Logan snorts.  “Tell me about it.  But I actually have some experience with it.  Chief Stanley tells me that’s a benefit.  The damn transfer just came through Thursday.”  he listened further.  “L …  yea … that … um … girl .. boy .. something … bigender or something from the New Years Eve party.” Logan hadn’t really seen L since and had assumed she’d been trapped on Alexandra ith everyone else.  Now he knows he was wrong about that.  “Fucking you up like you’ve been pining away and aiting like a widow?”  he onders.  But then Owen mentions sexual assault and Logan drops the shirt in the sink and looks Owen full on.  “Jesus, Owen.  I’m sorry.  Jesus.”  and then he asks about Slaine and he blinks.  “Yea.  She’s one of me and Kurs closest friends.  Why?”  that one really threw him.  He remembers introducing them, but after that he sort of lost track of both of them as he and Kurt buried themselves in preparing to return to Alexandra.  Then his jaw drops.  “Oh that fucking CUNT!”  he growls.  “I’ll KILL her!”  his hands form into fists and he looks about half a step away from storming out of the bathroom to hunt that woman down.

Owen was still processing information slower than normal but after a minute he says like a light bulb went on "No....no that wasn't Slaine. We did sleep together but I was willing...very willing...and then she wrote me off...ghosted. No he was before. This guy I went to school with...Jack...you don't know him. It doesn't matter now....although it wasn't just me so maybe it does matter." He blows out a long breath and rubs at his head "Logan, can I have a Tylenol? I'm sorry I dumped all this on you....I'm a little fucked up right now......you're right."

Logan was gripping onto the sink plotting the perfect homicide when Owen elaborates.  “Wait .. what?”  he blinks.  “You and …”  he leans back and the crunch of the Venitian blinds can be heard as he presses into the bathroom window.  “So it was a guy and Slaine … ugh.”  He stands and goes into the medicine cabinet above the sink and takes out a bottle of Tylenol.  He shakes four in his hand and gives Owen two.  He pours a glass of water and offers it to his brother while he takes his two dry.  “Don’t be sorry, Owen.  That's what big brothers are for.”  He stands at the sink and goes back to washing the shirt because it's something to do.  “And you can dump on me anytime.”  he begins to rinse the shirt out.  “But Slaine is still a bitch for ghosting you.  I thought she was better than that.  Ugh.”  he  begins wringing the water out of the shirt.

Owen shrugs sadly and downs the water after popping the pills "I'm probably just a  kid to her...and she already has one right? Thanks man." He drinks more water "I have to work in the morning...and I'm training someone tomorrow. god I'm a  fucking idiot....”

Logan watches his brother.  “No .. I mean .. Slaine isn’t usually like that.”  he tells him.  “She and the ex are having problems.  His family is rich as fuck and she’s not.”  he considers.  “Now that I think of it .. I haven’t heard from her, either.  So maybe she just got hectic and dropped out of touch?  Maybe she’ll call you?”  Then he listens to Owen’s plans in the morning and laughs.  “Train them on what NOT to do the night before work.”  he laughs.  “Go one to bed.  I’ll finish this up.”

Owen looks like he feels worse, not better. "Slaine doesn't usually just drop people? Fuck maybe I just suck in bed.....i mean I've got issues now...but she was really sweet and she didn't ask...just rolled with it...and taught me things about what women need...my god....sorry too much information." He laughs and then looks alarmed "you don't think she got Covid?" He just stares at Logan in horror.

Logan shakes his head, but slowly.  “No …  I’m sure she’s fine.”  he sees his brothers look of horror.  “I’ll call her tomorrow or Monday and find out what’s going on, OK?”  he promises.

Owen looks at Logan with agony written on his face. Clearly Slaine was significant to him emotionally. "Ok thanks...let me know ok?" He sets down the water and awkwardly reaches for Logan "I know i stink....but I love you man. Thank you for everything.....I mean Fi and Vince....oh god i just left them in the kitchen..." he laughs.

Logan leans over and gives his baby brother a hug.  “I’ll let you know.  I promise.” and so far Logan has never reneged on a promise.  Then he laughed.  “Is THAT who you were on the phone with?”  he shakes his head.  “Well .. they know you’re in good hands.  Now go to bed.”