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Summer was coming to Johto, and quite frankly, Logan was glad it was nearly here. He had been spending his time up north with Reaver, travelling to Mahogany Town, a remote little town that housed one of the Gym Badges they were in the process of collecting. Logan hadn't expected it to be so cold, even in spring. Finally it was beginning to feel like that awkward transition phase between spring and summer, and the heat was a welcome change.

They had arrived in Mahogany last night and had spent the better part of the day travelling to the Lake of Rage. Both of them had seen it on the map, but Logan hadn't expressed any desire to visit it until they had stopped in Mahogany. Yes, he understood that the badge challenge was important (he was the one who had been so determined to start collecting the badges anyway), but the badge wasn't going anywhere. Neither was the lake, but that didn't change the fact that he wanted to see it for himself.

Logan had always loved the water. The royal family had a small place in Millfields that they visited during the summers when the Hero Queen simply couldn't stand the heat anymore. Logan had loved exploring Bower Lake as a child, and it was something that never really left him even after all this time. He had only been to Bower Lake a couple of times since he took the throne, and had only brought his sister with him once. They had both been a bit too old to frolic in the ocean like children - at least, that was what they said until night fell and they were certain they wouldn't be spotted by any of the nobles that lived in the area. He remembered that evening fondly; but there were very few things about his sister he didn't remember fondly.

He brushed that thought aside, not interested in dwelling on the past. It never ended well. He was here in Johto now; he had to look out for himself - and only himself - though it was still something he was in the process of learning how to do. He was getting used to not having control over people, but taking care of himself was still something Logan hadn't really adapted to.

That said, he did look quite a lot healthier than he had in Albion. The darkness was still present around his eyes - and likely would always be, he was tainted, after all - but he had put on a bit of weight and the constant travel was doing some good for him physically. Of course, it didn't help that he was travelling with Reaver who would run on ahead if he was allowed. Logan still had difficulties keeping up with the ever-energetic industrialist, but he hadn't reached his breaking point yet.

The travelling today had been relatively light and easy; there were trainers to fight and plenty of grass to wade through, so speeding to their destination was out of the question. He was thankful for that. It did put them a bit behind schedule though; they would have to spend the night up at the Lake of Rage and return to Mahogany in the morning, but Logan really couldn't say he minded that any. If the lake was anything like Bower Lake, then he doubted he'd want to leave so soon anyway.

Speaking of the lake, it finally came into view amid the trees and Logan stopped short, staring. It was huge, possibly even larger than Bower Lake. The water looked clean and clear from where he was standing (though admittedly, it was still a bit hard to judge and it could just be wistful thinking on his part) and the shores were completely clear, no people anywhere in sight. Apparently this wasn't a very popular tourist destination for whatever reason. Logan found himself releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding, glancing side-long at Reaver for some sort of confirmation that the industrialist was as pleased with this as he was.

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"That incident in the desert, then." It wasn't a question.

Reaver knew, of course, about Logan's encounter with the Crawler; he had been the only other person who had any idea back in Albion, and he also knew better than most about the sort of devastation Shadows were capable of causing. He had his own theories, regarding what had happened to Logan's men; he didn't feel the need to voice them now.

He wasn't quite sure when he decided to reach out with his free hand, to set it against Logan's chest and feel those scars for himself, but he found himself doing so anyway. He'd always made a practice of keeping his distance unless invited, regarding touch, but with Logan that barrier had been crossed months ago; just the same, he was aware there was a difference between casual touch and something like this - after all, anyone trying to examine his hands without being granted some sort of permission would get at least a sharp slap to the face, if he didn't have his weapons (it was odd to default to thinking of himself as not having his weapons, to simply assume that he wouldn't have them) - and if Logan obviously wanted him to back off, he wasn't going to press the matter, either.

Touch was something Logan had gotten used to here in Johto. It was still a bit odd for him, and occasionally he would have moments where he never wanted to be touched again, but for the most part he was perfectly fine with it.

That didn't stop him from flinching at Reaver's touch, glancing back over at him immediately. Logan's expression was unguarded and open for a moment, eyes wide. He looked almost scared, though the expression was a bit subdued; all of his expressions usually were.

He didn't relax, but he didn't pull away either. After a moment of silence (in which he told himself that everything was fine and he had no reason to worry about Reaver's touch), Logan finally replied to Reaver's remark.

"Yes. The Crawler." It wasn't a necessary answer; he was sure Reaver knew well enough anyway. It did give him something to focus on though, and he seized on that. "The people of Aurora found me in the desert. They said I was lucky to have survived."

In some ways he did consider himself lucky. If he hadn't survived, no one would have been able to warn Albion of the coming threat. Still, to have been scarred and tainted by that thing... Well, he had had his fair share of dark days where he wondered if things wouldn't have been better if the Aurorans had left him to die.

Reaver was well aware of that strange, almost frightened look Logan was giving him; he couldn't say he understood why, but he left his hand where it was for the time being, not moving until Logan began speaking again. At that point he allowed his fingers to trail along the length of the marks, his touch light but strangely clinical, especially given the source; there was nothing erotic about it, simply curiosity.

"Really, my dear, I can't say I disagree with them any." The statement was a bit blunt, perhaps, but at least it was honest; the scarring was morbidly fascinating, but outside of that it was fairly obvious that most wouldn't have lived through such an assault.

It took Logan a bit longer than it should have to come up with a response, and even when he did come up with one, it was just a simple nod. He understood that the extent of his injuries should have killed him. He didn't know how he hadn't bled to death after escaping the Crawler, much less how he managed to escape in the first place. He didn't remember anything after the battle started. The Aurorans couldn't help him with that, but perhaps it was best if he never remembered exactly what had happened.

Logan's sister was a Hero, that much was common knowledge throughout Albion. His mother had been a Hero as well, and they were descended from the Heroes of old. Logan himself wasn't one, but perhaps being related to Heroes had helped him live through the Crawler's attack. He would never know, but it wasn't something that bothered him any. He had been in good health when the Crawler attacked then; he wouldn't stand a chance against it now.

"It's not something to worry about here." He wasn't entirely aware he had spoken aloud. "It isn't here. It won't come here." There was no proof of that. People came and went without any sort of rhyme or reason. The Crawler could very easily show up here. There was one consolation to that, though: if it did arrive in Johto, it wouldn't have its powers or the ability to summon the Children, Minions, or Sentinels. It wasn't much, but knowing that it couldn't do anything to him here was a welcome relief.

Reaver paused for a moment, then allowed his hand to fall away from Logan's chest, shifting to rest against his hip.

"Of course not." There was nothing soothing or comforting about Reaver's tone; if anything, the words were perfectly straightforward, confident and matter-of-fact. Coddling people was never something he'd done, and he often couldn't be bothered to comfort them properly, but self-assured confidence and an ability to keep up at least the image of control in the face of adversity were things he had in spades. "Even if - and that's a highly improbable if, from what I understand of this place - it were to arrive here, it wouldn't be in nearly the same way. Given that this place likes to make everyone miserable upon arrival, it would show up in the form of human with a level five rat or somesuch; we're far more powerful than that thing is here, and even if it were to attempt anything - anything at all - it wouldn't just be dealing with us, as there are a fairly large amount of altruistic-types that it would be facing down. Honestly, darling, we're perfectly safe here whether it shows its hideous face or not; our own power aside, somehow I doubt those people you know - such as Kimblee, or perhaps that Tohsaka individual - would simply stand by and do nothing."

For a moment, all Logan could do was stare. Reaver did have a very valid point; the Crawler's strongest weapons would not arrive here with it. The only thing it would really have to prey on was Logan's fear, and even then he had friends here, people and Pokémon who would protect him and defeat the Crawler, if he was incapable of doing so himself.

The very idea was mind-boggling, possibly because he hadn't had very many allies back home (his soldiers were loyal to him, but they knew nothing of the coming threat; Reaver knew of the threat but wasn't likely to stay and fight it), but more likely because he hadn't realized just how many people here would care if something like the Crawler targeted him. At the very least he would have his Pokémon team and Reaver, but he had made a few friends along the way as well.

"You're... you're right." He sounded far more surprised than he looked. "There isn't anything it can do to me here." A pause. "I needed to hear that. Thank you."

Of course Reaver had a valid point; making valid points was something he was exceedingly good at. Whether other people acknowledged them as valid points or not was often another issue entirely, but that was really neither here nor there for the time being, was it?

"I'm well aware that I'm right; I know these things. Now don't let any more thoughts of that thing coming here disturb you, hm?" He tightened his grip on Logan's hand momentarily before relaxing again. "There's quite literally nothing to worry about here."

Logan finally allowed himself to relax, something that took a concentrated effort to achieve. "You're right. There's nothing to worry about here." He echoed, sounding a bit pleased.

The Crawler wouldn't show up here, and if it did, it wouldn't have the power to do anything to him. He was safe here. He wouldn't be safe when he returned home, but he had a year to worry about the next encounter with it. His sister would surely help work things out. They would be fine. Albion would survive its attack. He hoped.

There wasn't any sense in worrying about what might happen back home in a year's time though, he knew that much. Logan pushed the thought aside and focused on returning Reaver's grip. "Thank you. I don't say it enough, but you've been such a great help to me."

"You say that as though I'm not aware." Again, however, it was clear that he was teasing; he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy flattery like this. At the same time, however, there was something sort of awkward about it that he couldn't quite place; it took him perhaps longer than it should have to realize that there really wasn't anything he was gaining from doing this. Yes, keeping Logan calm would certainly be less annoying, but if he was going to be perfectly blunt, it wasn't as though Logan could really do anything for him here that Reaver couldn't do for himself. He was no longer in a position of power; it wasn't as though Reaver needed to stay in his good graces for any reason.

He shook it off after a moment, however, deciding that it was something to be dealt with later, if it needed to be dealt with at all.

"I did tell you back in Albion that I would do all within my power to provide whatever you required, bar flat-out miracles." It isn't quite what Logan is talking about, he suspects, but focusing on Albion and his work there is far easier than focusing on anything that's happened here. "And it would have been senseless not to ally with you, besides."

"Sometimes I wonder about that," Logan teased, though he didn't elaborate any. Reaver had worked out a way to calm Logan down; that itself was a near miracle.

"I'm pleased you agree." Honestly, Reaver had been his second choice of alliances, but it was probably for the best that Faraday hadn't agreed to work with him in the first place. He would have lost precious time if Faraday ditched while they were in the middle of building those Collins. Reaver was (somehow) more reliable. He might be a dreadful person, but he could make money, that much was for certain.

"I'm not discussing Albion though. You've been very good to me here too." It wasn't something he thought about often, but Reaver really had no reason to be as good to him as he was. At least, there wasn't any reason for him to do it here. Back home, yes, he was the king and staying in his good graces would benefit Reaver. Here? He didn't have any more power than Reaver did and as far as Logan could figure, Reaver wasn't really gaining anything from this relationship. Maybe Reaver was like he was, and genuinely wanted to keep an eye on his fellow countrymen. It was a bit of a ridiculous thought though, and Logan nearly smirked.

"I do have to ask though; what are you getting out of this? You don't have any reason to look out for me here, at least, no reason I can see."

...well, that was downright uncanny, wasn't it...

At any rate, however, Reaver was quick to brush off the question with a bit of an eyeroll and a dismissive gesture from his free hand. "Believe me, my dear, I'm no one's keeper; if this were a matter of glorified guard duty or making some sort of caretaker of myself, I wouldn't bother."

His gaze darted away then, focusing on the water somewhere to Logan's left; it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary - Reaver often didn't maintain eye contact, after all - but that didn't change the part where the subject in question was still a bit awkward. "And besides, I doubt you'll find it very flattering, but at the start it was a matter of...well, I'm sure you're familiar with the adage 'Any port in a storm'? If I'm being thrown into some sort of hideous abduction situation, best to do so with one from Albion than a complete stranger - as you've said, this world is rather different from our own. So it was a matter of familiarity and convenience, really."

"I can't say I'm surprised. That's why I remained with you and Barry." For the most part. But that wasn't something he wanted to get into. The mere topic of Barry was unpleasant and not something he wanted to discuss.

But he did understand and didn't have any hard feelings about it. It occurred to him that throughout Reaver's (incredibly long) life, he had almost certainly never been in a situation like this before. How often was he put in situations where he had no idea what to do? It was an interesting thought, but not one he was going to focus on now.

"I suppose you continue to keep me company because it is familiar? Or is it just my charming personality?" The remark was as openly sarcastic as Logan got, which wasn't very much, but the smirk should have made it plain that he was teasing. As far as he was concerned, it didn't really matter why Reaver stuck around; what mattered was that he chose to remain with Logan.

Barry was always a bit of a strange subject with Logan, for reasons that Reaver would likely never understand; it was unusual that Logan would even acknowledge that Barry existed, much less had been in Johto - though that was admittedly a choice that Reaver could comprehend, given how utterly acerbic Barry tended to be. His butler had never been one to show much respect to any authority that wasn't Reaver's; just the same, he didn't believe that warranted quite the level of oddness Logan tended to bring to the table every time the man came up.

But then Logan moved on, and there were other things to focus on; the sarcasm was unexpected but not unwelcome, and Reaver's response was an easy one.

"I'm rather enjoying myself and my current company is attractive; why wouldn't I stay?"

That certainly shut Logan up quickly enough. It wasn't something he ever really thought about; the scars certainly detracted from his appearance, but otherwise he'd never stopped to consider whether he was attractive or not. The compliment went unacknowledged, and Logan glanced away immediately, finding that his instinct was to get defensive of all things. Reaver wasn't mocking him, he knew that much; Reaver certainly seemed to be an incredibly shallow person and Logan doubted he would hang around someone he didn't find attractive for very long.

But Reaver's definition of "attractive" was hardly the norm. See: Barry.

"Yes, well." He finally said after a moment. "Thank you for the compliment, I suppose." The defensive tone really wasn't helping any, but he couldn't quite get it out of his voice.

Reaver was well aware of the defensiveness; it only really seemed to amuse him, a bit of a laugh behind his words, though there wasn't any cruelty behind it.

"Again with the shyness! As adorable as that may be, however, I don't see why you seem so surprised - I'd think my thoughts on the matter would be fairly obvious by now."

"Yes, well." That wasn't helping the defensiveness any. The shyness wasn't adorable at all. It was embarrassing to be so easily caught off-guard, especially after knowing Reaver for so long.

Unfortunately for Logan, Reaver's thoughts on the matter weren't obvious at all. Perhaps it was just inexperience, but Logan had absolutely no idea what Reaver thought of him when it came to attractiveness and interest. The former wasn't as important as the latter, but neither of them really mattered now anyway. He tightened his grip on Reaver's hand momentarily and forced the thought away. He had spent more than enough time today thinking about their failed relationship; he was not going to continue to dwell on it now.

"I'm flattered." The remark was the most deadpan thing, but Logan really was flattered. Reaver's opinion was rather important to him, after all.

"As well you should be." The remark was likely an expected one, something he was prone to asserting often; the day Reaver stopped with all the casual egotism would likely see the skies filled with airborne swine. Just the same, however, he was holding back somewhat; he hadn't missed that brief squeezing of his hand, and in combination with Logan's general apprehensiveness regarding the topic...well, it interested him, if nothing else. Perils of natural curiosity and all that.

"Again, something on your mind?"

Logan shook his head. "It's nothing. I don't want to dwell on it."

He doubted Reaver would take too kindly to him bringing up this topic again. Reaver had said that perhaps in the future they could try this again and see if things would work out, but Logan knew better than to think the "future" date would be any time soon. Besides, the issues that drove their relationship into the ground in the first place hadn't been resolved. Logan was still inexperienced and emotionally distant while Reaver was... Reaver. It would be stupid to rush into things again and while he obviously knew that, accepting it was a bit difficult.

While Reaver may not have necessarily been pleased to know that Logan was still dwelling on...all of that unpleasantness, he was content to let that line of questioning go for now; he knew it would likely come up later, and the timing of it would likely be horribly inconvenient, but if Logan wanted to hold his silence for the time being, then he couldn't say that he minded, really.

"If that's what you would prefer."

"It is."

Was it? Logan ignored that question. It didn't matter one way or the other; what mattered was that he move on. There was no reason to be standing around, moping about something like this, especially not when they had the entire lake area to explore.

He pulled away from Reaver, moving further out into the lake and glancing around for any more wild Pokémon. The Magikarp seemed to have retreated out further to avoid the humans intruding on their habitat. "Well? Are you coming?"

The best way to avoid thinking about it was to distract himself by any means necessary.

Well, at the very least those Magikarp seemed more intelligent than the idiot of a fish Barry had left him...

However, he was more than content to smirk at the question, tipping his head a bit to concede willingness before following Logan out. "Of course, my dear. Shall we?"

This wasn't Bower Lake by any means, but the Lake of Rage was a close second. The lake was huge, and Logan seriously doubted they could explore it all properly in a few days. They probably wouldn't stay longer than that, but that was perfectly fine with him. It would leave plenty of other things to examine when they returned here, which of course they would eventually. It had never occurred to him that Reaver would enjoy the water as much as he did, but Reaver had lived in the port town of Bloodstone for quite some time and he had been a pirate, so maybe that did make sense. Reaver's home in Millfields directly overlooked the lake as well. It was nice to have someone who could enjoy this with him.

But all good things have to come to an end, and soon enough it was beginning to get dark. That alone wouldn't have bothered Logan, but with the evening came a drop in temperature and Logan wasn't keen on staying out in the cold while soaking wet. He wasn't exactly eager about entering the inn while dripping everywhere either, but given the choice... "We should head in for the night."

The water had always been something that Reaver had found himself drawn to, even before Bloodstone; that hadn't changed since his time in Oakvale, where he spent far too many of his days on the pier and far too much of his time doing as he had described to Logan earlier - namely, wishing he were just about anywhere else. The ocean had served as an escape from the walls and gates and restrictive laws of the village; it wasn't that Reaver had harbored any sort of dislike for Oakvale, as that had never been the case - at the same time, when he could bring himself to think about it, he did have to wonder if he had never resented it somewhat.

But that was something to be shoved to the back of his mind, saved for another one of those nights hellbent on denying him sleep; for the time being, the water was something both pleasant and familiar, and there came a sense of excitement with exploring it (as little as the Magikarp seemed to care for their current visitors). Just the same, however, he wasn't going to argue against leaving the lake behind for the night; despite the lake's lack of undertow making it decidedly less treacherous than the ocean after dark, there was always the possibility of other issues surrounding this place. Not least of which was the fact that he'd noticed that the amount of nocturnal creatures in this world was high, and they tended to take a turn for the dreadful after a certain point - the last thing they needed was for any Gyarados to recall that they did live in this lake after all, and they found they were just as displeased as the Magikarp that he and Logan had been irritating for the better part of the afternoon.

"Believe me, no arguments there." Reaver took a moment to sweep his hair away from his face again; it really was getting annoyingly long.

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Logan retreated to their belongings, sitting beside them while he checked to make sure everything was intact. All of his belongings were untouched at least, and Logan set about pulling the shirt back on. He wasn't going to bother with the chestplate now (that would risk getting it wet, which was something he would really rather avoid doing), but the shirt would at least help with the cold. He also felt less exposed, safer, somehow, with the shirt on. It was a ridiculous thought and one he brushed aside easily.

He watched Reaver for a moment, tipping his head slightly to the side. The industrialist's hair had gotten quite a lot longer, but it was cute in some odd way. Not that he would ever voice that thought aloud, of course. Logan briefly wondered if his own hair had grown out, and he realized that yes, of course it must have. They had been in Johto for a long time. It was strange, sometimes it didn't feel like they had been here all that long at all.

"How long would you like to spend here? Another day?" He asked, getting back to his feet and swinging his bag over one shoulder, carefully carrying the chestplate. "There's no hurry to take on the Gym Leader and this place might have some interesting Pokémon." It was a very weak excuse, but he was willing to try using it. Perhaps Reaver would be kind enough to pretend to buy it.

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Reaver was willing to wait until they had gotten to their room to check his things; if something had been taken from him, there was very little chance that there was anything to be done regarding it now, and he couldn't shake the feeling that remaining here to check was just asking for trouble of some sort. Perhaps a case of old habits dying hard; who knew? It wasn't anything he was going to really worry about for now.

Either way, his bag was already slung over his shoulder by the time Logan began asking about plans, and he was shaking his head a bit at his gloves and muttering to himself when Logan pulled him out of his thoughts - the initial urge had been to put them back on, which would completely negate the point of removing them in the first place, and he had just barely stopped himself before he had done so. He looked up as Logan spoke, finally deciding to bundle the gloves in his coat and trying to act as though he wasn't annoyed by the way his shirt was insisting on clinging, as it was really rather cold what with still being somewhat waterlogged and all.

He smirked a bit as the question set in; oh, he could see what Logan was getting at. "Enjoying yourself that much, are you?"

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