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Alex had been spending a lot of time at the hospital. When he wasn't at the hospital, he was in a bar. When he wasn't in a bar, he was sleeping -- though that wasn't happening with any sort of regularity or effectiveness.

He couldn't stop thinking about Logan. The man had been a god, for fuck's sake. A Tampa god sure, but still, you'd think deification should have some benefits. Who was he, a nobody, to be saved from death when the city took Logan, who was definitely a better man?

He slipped back into old patterns, skipping work at both the bike messenger and Freak Nation. One of the kids had volunteered to take care of the puppy and Alex had handed him over without a second thought. And then he'd gone on a spree, trying to die and never succeeding. Each time he woke back up, he swore profusely.

Each time, he went back to Art and apologized that he wasn't Logan.