Wyatt's eyes left him--they showed a clear sort of...fear? He hated talking about his feelings, or anything like that. He felt that was some sort of weakness, and it took a lot to get deep feelings out of him. He let Logan grab his hands. They were smooth, a little cold. There weren't any marks or anything on them, save for a bruise on the back of one of them that clearly wasn't self-inflicted.

Logan was easily able to take his pale hands into his as he turned them over to reveal no scarring, his thumb trailed over his wrist absentmindedly as he let out a sigh of relief. He wouldn't dare look up to Wyatt in this moment, it was already strange enough that he was so concerned. "You haven't ever... or wanted...." Logan trailed off.

"Why would I?" Wyatt answered, tonelessly. His voice still took a much softer tone than it was usually, which meant he was still letting a little emotion loose into his voice. He had thought about it. But he'd never taken action, finding it totally useless in his mind.

Logan didn't let go of his hands as he held them softly, "Do you not feel anything? at all?" his eyes moved up to Wyatt's, he couldn't wrap his mind around someone who would go through so much pain, and could make it through the day, with the appearance of being okay. No one was that strong, and Logan was just trying to understand it all, why someone would be okay with living this way.

"I do feel. I have an odd way of showing it. Everyone in my family is like that," Wyatt mumbled, honestly. "We don't display our emotions that openly. There are very few ways we express how we really feel. It must be genetic."

Logan let go of his hands, this wasn't going to go anywhere, Wyatt was a brick wall who would rarely share information, and he had feeling he'd never really understand what was going on in his head. Oddly after sometime in silence he realized how close he was, and how strange he must of been. He separated and turned to grab his bag as he slung it over his shoulder he spoke, "You know... maybe I should leave..."

Wyatt suddenly stood up straighter. "...We need to work on our project..." he reminded him, softly. He was looking a little confused by something, but it was something he needed to sort out himself before he would even think of bringing it up with anyone else.

Logan closed his eyes, why was it so hard to look at Wyatt now, and he couldn't try to just pretend everything was okay and move on. Wyatt clearly had a lot of problems, and now Logan was aware of them, and he wasn't okay with the idea that Wyatt just let it happen, and wouldn't ask for help. If he could he was track down every person and show them what it felt like to be that helpless, but he knew he couldn't do that.

"I know..." he said unsure of what he should do next. He could be selfish and leave, and try to remove himself from the whole scenario, or he could stay and actually form a real relationship with someone that wasn't full of lies, just like all the people he knew that were as rich as he was.

Wyatt was aware there wasn't much he could do or say to make Logan stay--it was a decision he had to make for himself. He had lost nearly every friend he'd tried to make, though he wasn't sure how or why, and was wondering if it would be different this time. So instead of making himself or Logan look like a fool, he was silent, his arms wrapped around himself absently.

And he waited.

Logan let out a sigh, if he left and gave up on the partnership, the two of them would fail. Not only that but this made him wonder who Wyatt actually had on his side of things, did his brother help? Did he have any friends? Logan figured if he left, it would make matters worse, so he told himself he couldn't leave no matter how uncomfortable the circumstance was.

"Fine... I'll stay..." he said slowly letting his bag fall back to the ground, he still didn't turn around, he was afraid to show Wyatt he had further compassion, that his character could change so drastically, he didn't want to show that he had a weak side and actually cared to have a real relationship himself.

"All right," Wyatt replied, just as slowly. He also had a slight fear like this, though it was more related to the fact that he just didn't like talking about emotions or showing them, and wasn't a master of making or keeping friends. He quietly scuttled back over towards his bed and sat down, opening his laptop up again. He closed his long forgotten game of Solitaire in favor of staring at the blank screen.

Logan watched as Wyatt sat down in front of him, and immediately pulled out the laptop, it appeared him like nothing had really happened. But Logan knew this wouldn't be the case for him, he couldn't forget that, he wouldn't be able to act normal, it would plague his mind every time he looked at Wyatt.

He reluctantly sat down beside him, "So what do I do next..." he said quietly.

Wyatt hesitantly closed the laptop again--he knew it wasn't low on batteries, so he didn't have to worry much about it. He looked up to meet his eyes, slowly. "Should we get to know each other?" he asked, rather simply. He knew little about Logan, other than the fact that he was rich and had some kind of problems at home regarding making his own choices.

Logan didn't know how to answer right away as the question caught him off guard. He had originally been referring to the project, not their relationship. "There's nothing to know really..." he said leaning back on his hands. "I do what I want when I want." he was being vague, when really it meant that all he really did was go to school, and spend money on useless things.

Wyatt seemed to accept that, for now, anyway. But as for him...he didn't say anything. He preferred to give much more specific answers, and he couldn't just push it all out into the blue without some serious thought. He stared down at his purple laptop silently.

Logan realized that he was making this painstakingly difficult, and he knew it'd have to stop sometime, he wasn't a child. "Sorry." he said looking to Wyatt who now looked down to his laptop, "I'm not good with... people." This was an odd thing for Logan to say, because when it came to public speaking he was very well versed, but when it came to talking about something real, and relating to people, he was really terrible at it.

"I see." Wyatt looked up from his laptop, shifting a bit. "Perhaps we should try something more specific? Questions about each other, perhaps?" With everything they'd just gone through poking at his mind, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on research.

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Logan sighed, even he knew a bit more about people than to force a conversation like this, "You're treating getting to know me as if its an assignment..." a sigh was evident from his lips, "You just need to let things naturally... you know happen and relax..." he looked Wyatt hoping he'd understand, "It's not that I don't have anything to share, I'm just not really comfortable, and we really haven't been the nicest to each other." It was blunt, and maybe a bit harsh to say he wasn't ready to become friends yet, but it was true, Logan knew nothing about Wyatt, and it would take him time to get to know him, he wouldn't even know what questions to ask.

"But..." he said quietly looking away, "If you do have any questions... you can ask me."

"I do not know how to let it happen 'naturally.' In my entire life, I have only ever had three, at most, true friends...and one that actually cares about me." A lonely life. Wyatt had always lived a lonely life. Even he and his brother had their differences, and often didn't get along. But they were family and stuck together--that was different.

He stared down at his laptop again. Logan's statement about not having been the nicest to each other didn't bother him. He often wasn't kind to others, especially when they initially tried to take advantage of him.

Logan listened to his story, obviously as cushioned his life was by money it didn't help his social life. Wyatt wasn't completely disagreeable, but there was something about the aura he gave off that deterred people away from the first second you met him. "For a start, you could maybe smile once and while..."

Logan had the rap for being a complete jerk 80% of the time, but that was one thing he tried to do, was smile, and be friendly when he wanted to be. Not that it helped him gain any real friends, but it had proved to at least not have everyone push away from him.

"I only smile when there is a need to smile. Otherwise, my face is blank..." Wyatt set his laptop aside and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on top of them. It was a defensive way of sitting, and he often sat like this. Coiled up, protectively. "I would rather have people care for me for who I am, and not who I try to be."

Logan watched as Wyatt recoiled, it made him a bit uncomfortable, it reminded him of the bruises that laid all on his arms. Clearly Wyatt had put up a wall to the world. "Then maybe... you need to find more things out there that make you happy... I mean there has to be something that you enjoy."

Logan thought instantly of his drawings, if anything he figured that would be at least something to make Wyatt happy.

"Drawing, gaming, electronics, chemistry, and...sweets. That is about it." A sweet tooth...Wyatt had an insane sweet tooth that only showed at school. He only bought desserts in the cafeteria--and some fruits, occasionally.

Logan let out a laugh at the last thing he said, it was kind of childish in a way, but he liked how he said it, it seemed like he let go even for just a second. "Well then, you have some things to be happy about then, don't you. The only reason I say this, is because you always seem so dark and mysterious... even when you're drawing."

Logan remembered the drawings that Wyatt was sketching earlier that day, they were quite dreary looking.

"I usually am considered dark and mysterious, mainly because I don't smile and am not that social." Wyatt rubbed absently at his bruised arms. He had one on his chest, as well, but that was from something different that he wasn't willing to talk about just yet. It wasn't visible, either. He was probably hiding others, as well.