[ Some time in the early morning, the delivery dogs come by. They're doing Blake the favor of locating Logan and dropping off the package wherever he might be.
There's a brown takeout box wrapped in a cotton cloth and tied with a white ribbon. Inside is a variety - a fruit salad, actually - with everything Blake could muster between Hart Mart and the diner. Someone had told him Howlett likes fruit, it seems, because he didn't guess. There's probably enough for the household, but John's meant it for Logan to overindulge, should he see fit.
Inside is a handwritten note in a messy scrawl:
Something to brighten your day, old man. Thanks for having my back. RJB
Blake is a random gift-giver, so this is not abnormal, although showing he's prone to sentiment isn't his favorite move. Thankfully, Logan already has a bead on that part of his personality, so he's not too concerned. ]
Early December
There's a brown takeout box wrapped in a cotton cloth and tied with a white ribbon. Inside is a variety - a fruit salad, actually - with everything Blake could muster between Hart Mart and the diner. Someone had told him Howlett likes fruit, it seems, because he didn't guess. There's probably enough for the household, but John's meant it for Logan to overindulge, should he see fit.
Inside is a handwritten note in a messy scrawl:
Thanks for having my back.
RJB
Blake is a random gift-giver, so this is not abnormal, although showing he's prone to sentiment isn't his favorite move. Thankfully, Logan already has a bead on that part of his personality, so he's not too concerned. ]