"It doesn't have to be all or nothing, does it?"

"Yeah, it does."

Logan was sitting in the dark in his apartment, trying not to see the look on her face as he walked away. Her voice was the only thing he could hear in the almost empty apartment. His veins were pumped full of scotch and his vision was blurry—from tears or from the alcohol, he didn't know, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the pain from crashing down all around him. He had just let go of the one good thing in his life. She was right; they had done the long distance thing before. It worked. They made their relationship work when they were an ocean apart. It was hard, yes, but it worked. They always worked. Because they were Logan and Rory and they were so, so, so madly, deeply, truly in love with each other and that was all that ever mattered.

"What did you do, Logan?" Logan jumped. He hadn't even heard the door open. He'd also never heard Finn's voice so serious. He didn't say anything, just poured himself another glass of scotch. "Did you seriously let the one good thing in your life go?" There was an edge to Finn's voice now. He took the almost empty bottle away from Logan and finished it himself before sitting down across from him. Logan looked at the empty bottle. Did he really just drink a whole bottle of scotch?

"I lost her." His voice was raw and the words hurt to say.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

At that, Logan looked up. Finn looked angry, sad, and disappointed. "There is no way in hell that you will ever lose that girl. She loves you too much. What the fuck made you think that you could walk away from her after all she put up with after the past three years?"

"I—"

"No, I'm not done." Finn stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from his bag by the door and threw it at Logan. He fumbled to catch it. "You need to sober the fuck up. You're not going to tell Rory fucking Gilmore it's all or nothing, That's not fair to her, and it's not fair to you. Look at you, you're drinking your weight in scotch in a dark apartment." he looked down at his phone, texting for a second. "You honestly think you can lose her?"

"I fucked up, Finn."

"Yeah, you did." He started pacing. "But do you know how much that girl loves you? No one knows why she loves you so goddamn much, but she does, and you just let that go." He stopped and looked at Logan. "You don't deserve her. But she loves you and she wants you and there is no way in hell will I let her hurt and drink her weight in whatever alcohol she chooses because of you." He looked at his phone and walked over to the door and opened it. Colin stood there with three cups of coffee.

"Got the strongest I could find." He stepped past Finn and handed Logan a large cup. "Drink this." He said quietly.

He took a sip and it was strong. Rory and Lorelai strong. Colin sat on the counter and looked at Finn.

"Do you have a plan?" he asked. Finn ran his hand through his hair.

"We just need to sober him up first." He looked at Logan. "Drink that coffee." He added, the edge back in his voice before he turned back to Colin. "Have you talked to her?"

"No, but I talked to Honor." Logan almost dropped his coffee. "She said she'll be here as soon as she can. She's pissed."

"Why did you call my sister?" he choked out.

"Because if we can't talk any fucking sense into you, she definitely can. Drink your coffee." Colin jumped off the counter and stood in front of Logan. "Seriously, Logan, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Logan could take this anymore. He threw the coffee on the ground, the hot liquid splattering his bare feet, but he couldn't feel anything. He looked at his best friends. "I know I fucked up. I fucked up big time. I lost her and I pushed her and I wish I could go back in time and change it, but I can't. But even if I could get her back, it won't be the same, will it? Like you said, Finn, she's too good for me! I don't deserve her! I don't know why she loves me. I fucked up and I can never forgive myself for this one!" He was yelling now, and Finn and Colin stared at him. "She was my one, and I fucked it up and I just… walked away." Hot tears fell from his eyes and he was walked into the kitchen to desperately look for another bottle of scotch, vodka, rum, gin, anything to numb this unbearable pain that he had caused himself. Finn grabbed him.

"You are not drinking anymore." He said firmly. "You are going to sober the fuck up and then you are going to fix this." He grabbed another cup of coffee and shoved it into Logan's hands.

"I need to see her." He whispered, in between drinks. "I need to talk to her."

"Not right now." Colin said, watching him. "You're a fucking mess and you'll only make things worse."

The door to the apartment flew open and Honor walked in. Her hair was falling out of its normally neat bun and her eyeliner was a little smudged. She looked at Finn and Colin.

"Out. I need a moment with my brother." Her voice was quiet. She stopped Colin. "Thank you for calling me."

"You're welcome." He whispered before ducking under her. Not much scared Logan, but Honor was definitely on the list.

"Logan Elias Huntzberger, I can't believe the fucking mess you've gotten yourself into." Her voice was low and deadly. "You walked away from Rory." Logan cringed when she said her name. "I never thought I'd see the day you'd walk away from that girl. I know how much you love her. I know how much she loves you. Rory was your first girlfriend. Why the fuck did you walk away? She was it for you, Logan. I've never seen you so happy. I love you, brother, but you're so fucking stupid for walking away from that beautiful, wonderful, brilliant girl. It doesn't have to be all or nothing. Not with her. The two of you can conquer the fucking world together. Why, Logan, did you have to walk away from her?" her voice had risen to a yell by the end, but when she looked at him, it softened. "She is the love of your life, Logan. Why?"

"I don't know, Honor." He whispered. "I don't know."

"Well, we're going to fix this because I can't stand to see you like this and she sure as hell doesn't fucking deserve this." Honor stood up. ""No more drinking, not while you're depressed." She handed him the last cup of coffee. "Drink this and then we'll come up a plan to fix this mess you've created."

Finn peeked his head in. "Is it safe to come in now?"

Honor nodded. Finn and Colin came in, carrying bags of food.

"I know this might look and smell nauseating now, but it'll help in a little while." Finn said, dropping the bags down on the table.

"Thank you." Logan whispered.

"Look, mate, I'm sorry for yelling at you." Finn sat down on the floor in front of him so he could properly look him in the face. "But it was what you needed to hear."

"I know."

"I probably didn't need to be so cruel about it, really, mate, if I hadn't been, I don't think anything else would've worked."

"You're right." Logan finished the rest of his coffee.

"But we'll get her back." Finn patted his knee. "You haven't lost her. She's your soulmate. I can't imagine a world were Logan Huntzberger and Rory Gilmore aren't a thing." He offered him a small smile before grabbing the water bottle he threw at him earlier. "Drink this and then we'll try some food, yeah?"

"Okay."