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"Mhh," Ismael grumbled in pain, having a seat at the dining table.

He had earned Logan's glare seated right accross him, with had dipped in water and his eyes fallen towards him.

"How's your knee doing?" Logan asked, putting a scoop of pasta into his mouth.

He munched on it with a glint of care in his eyes, whole Ismael ignored his words,prior to his behaviour for the past week. Ismael only spoke to Logan when he had a complaint or questions to ask.

"I take it you're doing really great," Logan said, scooping in yet another spoonful into his mouth.

His caring stare had faded away, watered down with the satisfaction he had gotten from the meal set before him. Ismael gazed at him, absorbing Logan's nonchalant behavior with an outward breath of relief. He had assumed himself a prisoner of Logan's due to his present condition, which undeniable seemed to inhibit him from taking any action.

"Stop gazing that way at me," Logan spoke, rai
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