Back in Logan’s driveway, the new couple had finished to tour, and had made the decision to head home.
John made a reasonable excuse for leaving, since he hadn’t planned to stay the night. If anything, he wanted something resembling a relaxing night’s sleep prior to the White House event—it was sure to be a new, and interesting, kind of madness.
“The morning will be here fast enough.” He turned and gave Donna an interrogative arch of an eyebrow. “Are you staying over, or going home, too?”
“I think I’ll go home. Tomorrow’s going to be pretty insane, and I think I’d like to start my day with a shower in my own bathroom.” She patted Logan on the arm. “Because this man buys crappy shampoo and soap.”
“Don’t worry about it, big guy! I know that once you and the lovely Miss Thorson shack up, she’ll change your purchasing habits!” Donna laughed, leaving John to wonder if she’d forgotten Etty’s comment about being their platonic spouse.
“Okay, then. I’ll see you two in the morning. Etty, on the other hand, must give me a friendly hug before you go.” Logan said with mock annoyance. “Come here, then.”
Etty giggled and gave the taller man a rib-cracking embrace. He grunted and flailed gently before wrapping his arms around her. It occurred to him, holding her, he had the strangest desire to make her happy… strange, because she was so new to the cast of characters that made up his family of choice.
She let go and returned to John’s side. They nodded at one another, as if deciding by telepathy that it was time to leave. Donna picked up on it, too, and gave Logan a hug.
“Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow!” Logan sighed.
“Fine, Mr. Cheese Bard. We’ll see you in the morning, so get a good night’s sleep.” Donna waved at John and his odd bride, and started down the dark driveway towards her car.
“You guys drive safely. Oh, and Etty?”
“Make sure that guy sleeps well. Will you do that for me?”
John’s eyes got a little wide in the dark, and Logan stifled a chuckle at his friend’s expense. He had no idea what life with a fairy bride was like, but it had to be interesting with the exchange of traits… and a wife who can walk through walls… and travel wherever she wants to… and fly… and… Yes, it had to be interesting.
Logan was satisfied to have created a little more “interesting” in John’s night. He didn’t know how Etty would assure a pleasant slumber for his brother-in-arms, but it beat surfing the internet until the wee hours… which is exactly what he would be doing. There were all kinds of kitty-girl images he’d never seen or downloaded.
He felt it was important to indulge himself periodically, when no one was looking.
John and Etty bid him farewell, and walked off in the dark. He scrunched his toes in the gravel, impatiently, until they were out of sight.
“Nyan!” Logan squeaked, bounded back up the steps to the porch, went inside the house, and closed the back door.