"You should be the one to talk to him," he reiterated. "If I even get near him there's going to be a fight..." He turned and walked out of the room, feeling his temper start to itch...

Celsius chuckled and turned off the game. He set his controller down and kissed Logan's cheek. "I'm sorry. It's a fun game if you can get past the gore...gore doesn't bother me."

She sighed loudly. " Ugh men!" She said. It seemed no matter how much she spoke to either of them, they both refused to listen. It drove her to her wits end.

Logan smiled," It's alright, I'm sorry, I can't seem to get pass the gore, but it was fun to play it with you." He said.

Celsius wrapped his arms around Logan, cuddling affectionately with him. "Do you want to lay down and watch TV or something for a while, maybe?" he suggested, softly. He certainly wouldn't mind cuddling up in bed with Logan and watching TV for a bit...

Logan beamed brightly, and wrapped his arms around Celsius. " I would love to do that" He said with a wide grin.

Celsius mother sighed once more, before grabbing the phone. She needed to try and talk to her son, and figure out what he actually wanted. While her husband wanted to be thick headed, she wanted to make sure they didn't drive their son away. She dialed his cell, and sat there holding the phone.

Celsius nuzzled Logan, grinning widely. His phone rang as he did this, and he frowned slightly. "Why don't you pick a good TV channel for us while I take this?" He asked, standing up and answering his phone. "Hello?"

" Sure thing" Logan said. He figured the phone call was from one of Celsius' parents.

" Hey hunny, are you and Logan home yet?" She asked.

"Why?" Celsius retorted, his voice slightly wary. He didn't want to confirm or deny it...not yet, anyway. He didn't know what her intentions were and he was still a little peeved.

" Because I want to talk to you. As your Mother, I want to do what's best for you, and while trying to do that, I realized, I haven't asked you what you've wanted. I need to talk with you, Unlike your Father, I'm not going to judge you for who you are, but I need to talk with you. Especially after the the news of Logan's parentage." She said.

Logan moved over to the tv, and started channel surfing.

The relief was evident in Celsius' posture, that his parents now knew about Logan. "...Talk with me about what?" he asked, his tone still a little wary.

" Your tastes, what you want in life. Marriage, your relationships...stuff like that" She said.

Logan glanced over at Celsius, he noticed a change in the other's posture, and he hoped that meant something good.

Celsius paused, and then closed his eyes. "If I tell you what I really want, you're not going to boot me out of the house and pretend I don't exist, hm...?"

" Of course not, your my son, my only child. I would never do such a thing. I don't care what you want, well as long as it's not something bad, like doing tons of drugs. Your my son, I love you for who you are, not for who we want you to be" She said.

Celsius sighed and turned away from Logan so he could pace around the room. "I am in love," he said, simply. "And there's not much anyone can do to shake me out of it. I don't want to marry some girl...or any girl, for that matter. If you haven't already guessed, I'm with Logan..."

His mother sat in her chair listening to her son speak. So her suspicions were correct. She would have to get her husband to accept this. It wasn't like they still couldn't have grandchildren, so she didn't understand his dislike of this. " I've had some clue that might be so. Does he care for you?" She asked. This was something that worried her, because if Logan's parentage, hadn't been discovered, she would have to worry about his true motives, even more so than now.

Logan's eyes went wide, when he heard him speaking about their relationship. He hadn't thought they would wait a bit before telling anyone.

"Do you want to talk to him and find out for yourself?" Celsius asked, seeming offended that she would even doubt Logan's affection towards him. He smiled at Logan, indicating that everything was all right.

" Now now, no need to be offended. I just wanted to make sure. " She said. Sometimes her son good take the simplest words and be offended by them.

Logan raised an eyebrow slightly. He really wanted to know what was going on.

((Heading to bed. Night!))

"...Maybe you should talk to him anyway. You know how I feel...maybe you should talk to him," Celsius offered, pointedly. He wanted his mother to be sure...for sure.

" Well if you think that's best I can, but I do believe you." She said.

Logan stared at Celsius, he was itching for the conversation to be over.

Celsius wanted to make sure that his mother really did accept this. He was cutting no corners. He cleared his throat and then held the phone out to Logan.

"...Can you talk to her for just a bit?" he asked, softly.

Logan looked up in confused, and raise his eyebrow. " Um...alright..Um Hello?" He said, after talking the phone.

His Mother then launched into a bunch of questions, and eventually Logan was handing the phone back, covered in a bright red blush.

Celsius had heard just a few, and he'd rolled over laughing onto his bed. He took the phone back, traces of snickering still audible in his voice. "...He's red as a beet. I hope you didn't ask him too many embarrassing questions."

His mother chuckled slightly at that. " Oh not to many. Well I see that his intentions are pure of heart." She said.

Logan glanced away, he hadn't expected all those questions, while the ones about his intentions weren't that bad, but the ones that asked more personal questions where.

"I know they are." Celsius fell silent for a moment. "I assume you know I'm not going to try to explain this to him?" Who 'he' was was rather obviously implied in his tone. Celsius was not going to go to his father with this. He knew that would result in something along the lines of a fist-fight.

" Would you like me to speak with him then?" She asked. She knew if her and her son spoke, it would result in a bad fight.

"...I don't want him to turn on you, either...but if you'd like to, go ahead. I don't know how angry he's going to get, but I'd expect him to leave for a while," Celsius warned her, gently.