The corners of Wyatt's mouth twitched in a sweet, adorable sort of way--like he was resisting a smile. "...That is nice to know," he said, finally. His voice was soft, happy...

Feeling embarrassed that his cheeks felt hot Logan coughed, "I think they're all ready." He said lifting the last pancake off of the pan and onto the plate. He shut the element off and brought his hand to the back of his neck. His eyes were downcast not wanting to look at Wyatt's in fear that he'd blush more.

Wyatt shifted a bit, and then slowly strode to Logan's side, tilting his head curiously. "...Where shall we eat?" he asked, hoping to stir some kind of reaction out of Logan.

Logan bit his lip looking up to Wyatt, he was incredibly adorable right now and it only made his cheeks turn even more slightly pink. "Anywhere you want to..." he walked past Wyatt as calmly as he could moving towards the fridge he pulled out some maple syrup.

"Anywhere we can sit down," Wyatt murmured, not really knowing where to go. For some reason, his paranoia seemed to be spiking...he had a feeling they were being watched...

Logan smiled happily as he walked past Wyatt, he had no idea that his Father was in fact coming into the room before them, it wasn't until his gaze moved upwards he saw him. "Dad." he said awkwardly frozen.

Logan's father was in a very expensive suit and didn't have an impressed look on his face as he gave Wyatt a look over. "Mr. Aisenyl, I've received a call from your mother." He completely ignored Logan at this exact moment.

Wyatt shrunk away. For one thing, he was not fond of older males, especially those with a strong sort of presence. He had never had a prominent male figure in his life. Then again, he wasn't fond of adults in general.

Wyatt couldn't help shuffling to the side slightly, half-hiding himself behind Logan. The look on his face was solemn, but...more so than that...terrified at the prospect of going home.

Logan noted the way that Wyatt reacted and he didn't want his dad to bully him around, "What of it?" Logan asked his stance a bit more strong now as he faced his father.

"Is it true that she didn't know where you were? And Logan you are supposed to tell me when you have people over..." Logan scoffed at the comment.

"It's not like you ever would notice anyway..." he muttered under his breath, he didn't see his dad unless there was something needed to be said most of the time.

"Excuse me, young man, don't think that I don't know you were suspended either or that you've been bailing on your planned meetings with April." he glowered down at his son who disobeyed him so willingly. "I'm sorry Mr. Aisenyl but you will have to go home."

This made Logan more angry, "His name is Wyatt." he said bitterly biting down on his lip, he couldn't say more or he'd be forbidden to even see Wyatt again.

With one last sharp look he left the room only leaving the remains of Logan knowing that there would be a big discussion about this later, with consequences.

Wyatt remained behind Logan, still, clinging to him without touching him, in a way. Evidently, he did not want to go home...filing charges against his mother would be useless in court, seeing as she had all the money and would crush him with a panel of expensive, tough lawyers. Plus...there was his brother to consider. Tzalmon irritated him at times, but he feared leaving him totally alone with her and never returning...feared for his life.

Wyatt said nothing, only lowered his eyes and stared miserably at the floor. He was seventeen...not old enough to legally leave yet. Unless...

...he was emancipated, legally, from his mother's care.

Logan clenched his fists his father had just ruined everything that had made him happy this moment and he knew it wouldn't be the end of it. He was lucky for now that he didn't get banned from seeing Wyatt, but then he didn't know of the relationship towards one another, if his father did know he wouldn't stand a chance.

He hadn't yet turned back to Wyatt as he was afraid to look at him, Logan didn't want to take him back to his Mom, he knew how horrible it would be, and with him being suspended who knew what could happen to him.

Wyatt's stomach grumbled while they stood there. He was still hungry, it seemed. He didn't say anything, though. He knew that going home meant a lot of pain and trouble for him...and he didn't want that.

He kept his eyes on the floor, unable to move for the time being.

Logan blinked when he heard Wyatt's stomach grumble realizing that Wyatt was still standing behind him. He wasn't sure what the day held for them, but he wanted to do whatever Wyatt felt was best, and if he didn't want to go home Logan would try his best to figure out a solution.

He turned to Wyatt with sad eyes unsure of what he should say, Logan searched to find an answer within Wyatt's even though he knew that would be near impossible to do.

There were a few more thoughts passing through Wyatt's mind...guilt and unhappiness were the only emotions visible in his expression. For one, he felt guilty for leaving his brother behind, possibly to take the brunt of his mother's rage.

"...I am not old enough to leave home," he murmured, eyes downcast. "...And, I don't want to leave my brother alone. The only way for both of us to leave would be for her to give us up...or for the police to forcibly take us away. And that would only happen if they see visible signs of distress in one of both of us. I could...well...I could blame my injuries on her..."

He trailed off, chewing on his lip.

Logan noticed the sad expression on Wyatt's face as he talked and it was slowly breaking his heart, he knew this was going to be difficult. While Wyatt talked Logan grabbed both of their plates and placed them on the island beside them, he didn't take a second to hesitate and pull Wyatt into a deep hug as he wrapped his arms around him tightly one of his hands were placed on the back of Wyatt's head.

"I'll do whatever you need, just tell me what to do..." he said softly.

Wyatt sighed, slowly. "...Well...I am a good liar, though I don't do it often. If you call the police, I can show them my injuries and blame it on my mother. If it means escaping the house with all of our things, my brother will certainly back up my story. But then...if I were to stay with you, Tzalmon would also have to stay. I don't think I could bear sending him off to a foster home. You are eighteen...so, technically, I could be placed under your care...as could he..."

Wyatt didn't really talk about his brother much...they got along, though they did have their sibling fights all the time. He had melted in Logan's hug.

Logan was happy to feel Wyatt's body melt into his, he didn't let him go for a second as they talked. He was however concerned about the idea, if they were proved wrong there could be some serious consequences. "Has your mother caused you injuries before?" to Logan it wouldn't be so much of a lie if it were true.

He blinked thinking of the idea of having the brothers move in with him, Logan hadn't gotten along well with Wyatt's brother, but he wasn't so cold hearted to realize that it wasn't fair for either of them to be under such horrid care of a mother.

"Yes. In fact..." Wyatt dipped down the collar of his shirt a bit. If one looked closely enough, faint bruises, healing already, were visible. They looked like finger-marks...his mother had choked him, holding him by the neck, in the course of the past week and a half. "I still have some scars to prove it. There are more, of course...but most of these are not from her..."

He seemed to sense that Logan was not that happy about having to deal with Tzalmon. "He is not as bad as he seems. He's nosy...and can be very immature at times. But he is my brother, and one of my closest friends."

Logan's eyes averted down to the fading bruises on Wyatt's skin, his hand absently traced them, he was working through his mind as to what actually happened for those marks to be made. His heart was in pain, Logan didn't know how a mother could do that to their child, and he wondered if Wyatt's brother had the same marks.

Logan sighed at Wyatt's explanation, "I know... but maybe you should talk to him before we do anything... I mean its his life too right?" Logan didn't want Tzalmon to hate him more than he probably already did, so he would have to be sensitive in helping with this situation. Not to mention the fact that he'd have to deal with his father too.

"Tzalmon has wanted to leave for a long time. Since he was very small, he has been earnestly waiting for me to turn eighteen so that I could take him and leave," Wyatt assured him, firmly. "He wants to leave...and yes, he has some marks as well, I'm sure...so it will be easy to prove. If we want to call the police, then we should try to reach my brother, and possibly take him away from home while we're at it. Or we could have them pick him up."

Wyatt almost leaned into Logan's touch. The soft, gentle touch felt nice on the disappearing bruises...feather-light compared tot the touches that had made the bruises.

Logan's voice and expression was soft as he touched him lightly, he didn't move his hand enjoying the feeling of Wyatt's soft skin against his fingertips. "Well it seems like the right thing to do then..." he sighed a little this was a big deal, "I'll work it out with my Dad, and there's enough room for the two of you here I'm sure of it..." he separated them for a moment then he made Wyatt look him in the eyes.

"I promise you, that she won't be able to lay a hand on either of you again," Logan's expression was serious as he did this still holding onto Wyatt, he felt very protective over him now.

Wyatt nodded, sniffing slightly. He had terrible sinuses that irked him nearly every day in some way. He got infections at least once a month. "All right...if that's what you really want..." he murmured, shyly. He seemed to like Logan's touch, and felt a little cold once it was taken away. "...When should we do this? Today would be best...if I am gone for any longer, my mother may take her frustration out on Tzalmon..."

Logan sighed his eyes still fixed on Wyatt, "If it has to be today, then it can happen today... but you need to be ready, it won't be as hard for me as it will be for you..." there was much sincerity in his expression as he tried to comfort Wyatt and make him feel safe, but ultimately that wouldn't be fulfilled until he was out of his mothers hands.

"How will it be hard for me?"

There was a coldness in Wyatt's voice that wasn't there unless he was speaking of his mother. The two of them had a frosty relationship...there was no love there. His mother had birthed him, but had been mortified when she did so. It was the same with his brother. She hated children, and felt they were sins produced by her body.

"I am ready to leave. So is my brother. The only thing that will be hard for me is consorting with the local constabulary...I do not like police."

Logan could tell that Wyatt was ready to leave, but he also knew that this was a big change and it wouldn't be as easy as maybe Wyatt assumed. Logan affectionately pulled some of Wyatt's hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. "Well, I'll be here the whole time..." he hoped that it would give Wyatt at least some comfort if he didn't like the police. "When do you want to do this, when is the best time?"

"I would like to sneak home and try to pick up my brother first. It will have to be a car she does not recognize," Wyatt murmured, quietly. "It would be best if we could also move our things from there...but that has to be after we contact the police..."

Obviously, getting Tzalmon out would require some stealthiness...especially if his mother was home...

"Tzalmon does not have a phone, but he does use the computer often for homework...I can check if he is online, now, and talk to him."