Logan pushed off the wall and somehow made it to his feet. He took a sharp intake of breath as a sharp pain rocketed through his ribs. 'Ow.' Logan's eyes flew shut as he focused on his breathing. God that hurt so damn bad. He was panting an holding his center willing his breathing to calm down. "Let's go." He growled, not because he was angry but because that was the only way to speak that didn't cause an excruciating amount of pain.
Logan, being stubborn, wouldn't let anyone help him. He leaned on the brick wall of the alleyway for support as he basically stumbled out of the alley. He concentrated hard on his steps, having to pitch himself forward, take a step, and catch himself on the wall. He made it to the end and almost ran right into Aryen.
Logan actually stumbled this time to avoid running full force into the blonde. His breathing was labored fell the effort of walking and he looked like a deer in the headlights. There was no way he could explain away his bruised and bloody appearance. Logan gulped as his brown eyes stared slightly apprehensively at Aryen. How long had he been there? Did he know? Was he going to say anything?
"Uh..hey." Logan croaked out, wincing at the pain from talking semi-normally. He was still weighing heavily against the wall as he waited with baited breath for Aryen to answer. He took in the others appearance and saw his somewhat angry expression. Did something happen to him?
Logan realized he got ditched by two people in a restaurant and might have had to eat by himself. Guilt filled the black haired boy, something he hadn't felt in a very long time.