In Logan's defense, Sebastian only had to refuse his offer of a drink five or six times before Logan started to think that something might be up. It didn't take that long. He was merely a good friend who wasn't going to push his best friend into doing stuff that he didn't feel like doing tonight. Besides, it was a nice change to not have Sebastian going through his fridge like he fucking lived here.

Which was maybe a little unfair of him when Sebastian had been living at Logan's place even more than usual. His fights with his mom had gotten even worse lately, and he'd been even cagier about them than usual. Logan thought she might be doubling down on how unworthy all of Sebastian's friends were again, which was weird because he'd thought she'd gotten all of that out of her system when Sebastian was fourteen. Especially when Sebastian was about to leave all of them behind any minute now.

None of this, however, was totally out of the realm of normalcy, which meant that it was totally reasonable for Logan not to know what was going on until Sebastian leaned back on his couch and stretched luxuriously, his oversized shirt riding up over the suddenly visible bump of his belly. Then he leaned forward again, his attention fully absorbed by the TV as though he hadn't just blown Logan's mind into a thousand tiny pieces.

Logan sat frozen in place, frantically trying to do math with a brain that felt like it was made of wet lint. This wasn't – this couldn't be – what it looked like. Even though all the pieces were slotting tidily into place in the wet mush of Logan's blown mind and forming a giant pulsing neon sign that screamed, "You didn't NOTICE?"

Was Sebastian pregnant? It would fit, wouldn't it? The period of unceasing vomiting. The lack of interest in Logan's beer. The fights with his parents. And now, the final, damning, evidence of the change in Sebastian's normally slim and vigorous shape.

What's more, Sebastian had to know by now. And so did his parents. In fact, it seemed like the only person who didn't know was Logan, which was unfair when they'd been friends for over a decade. Also, if the math that Logan had been trying desperately to pull together was correct, Logan was definitely the kid's father.

It didn't seem possible. It was too crazy to believe. But they had had sex during Sebastian's heat, however much Logan had tried to push the memory away, and the timeline seemed to be right... Besides, Sebastian would have said something if he'd been out having sex with other people, wouldn't he? They'd always told each other everything.

On the other hand, maybe that was the old Sebastian. This new Sebastian didn't even tell Logan that he was carrying their child, so what else was he keeping from Logan? Logan gritted his teeth. He wasn't even making sense in his own head. He was definitely staring at Sebastian with wide and horrified eyes. Something was going to have to give.

He was finally jolted from his trance as the TV switched to a commercial and Sebastian leaned back again, taking in Logan's face with the same bright, oblivious grin as always. As usual, it made Logan's stomach do flips. "Do I have something on my face?" Sebastian said teasingly, his perfect eyelashes fluttering with the effort of not laughing at his own jokes.

"Yeah," Logan said, dragging himself back to reality by the skin of his teeth, his voice echoing in his ears as though it was coming from someplace a lot further away than his mouth. "It's your face."

Sebastian elbowed him in the ribs. "You're a dick," he said affectionately. Logan moved to respond in kind, and then stopped himself, remembering Sebastian's condition. Sebastian watched him freeze in place, his forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. "Are you having a fit or something?"

Logan made a face and slumped back against the couch cushions. "Yeah," he said grumpily. "I'm about to go totally berserk."

"Well, don't get it all over me," Sebastian said with a giggle, turning back to the TV. "Ooh, hang on, I think it's starting again."

That was the problem, wasn't it, Logan thought morosely. Sebastian just didn't want Logan to get his feelings all over the situation. It was totally unfair and unreasonable and driving him out of his mind, but the thought of trying to push for more, to demand answers, made him feel sick. He wanted Sebastian to be happy, didn't he? Asking him for things – especially when he was already under all kinds of pressure from school and his parents and everything else in his life – would impinge on that happiness. Logan's apartment was where Sebastian went to escape. The least he could do was keep it that way.

All Logan had to do was bottle up his own feelings, and how hard could that be? Nothing about this situation felt real except for Sebastian's need for a little peace. How could Logan deny him that?

Of course, peace was a relative term. Sebastian was a restless appreciator of movies, leaning forward during tense moments, and throwing himself back against the cushions when the characters did something stupid, groaning as if their idiocy physically pained him. He was like a restless blur in the corner of Logan's eye, irresistibly drawing Logan's gaze in towards him and away from the screen.

Mostly, he didn't look that different from normal. Logan found himself scrutinizing every fold of Sebastian's loose shirt, trying to see if his belly was visible through it, if he'd managed to be that oblivious to major changes in his best friend. Was the size of the shirt itself a clue? But Sebastian always wore big sweaters. This seemed like more of the same. He didn't really look different after all. Weren't pregnant people supposed to glow or something? Sebastian looked good, but a regular kind of good, the way he always looked when he was lounging temptingly all over Logan's furniture and demanding things with perfect confidence that he'd get them. There wasn't any kind of special nurturing radiance or whatever.

Particularly when he was cackling with glee at the bloodshed on the screen.

It was just as well. Logan might have exploded if Sebastian had started looking parental. He had a hard enough time with his regular handsome, thoughtless best friend. They'd have lots of time to work this out, right? Fuck, he had so much research to do.

Logan looked back over at Sebastian, who remained entranced by the flickering of the TV. Could he get away with pulling out his phone and doing a little surreptitious searching? Maybe. But what if Sebastian saw him and wanted to know what he was doing? They needed to talk about this. That was clear. The thought, however, hung over Logan like an ominous cloud that pressed him down into the couch.

They had time, right? He could do his research, and maybe stop feeling like someone had hit him upside the head with a large and heavy stick. Then he could talk to Sebastian.

Maybe Sebastian would even talk to him before that and things would be okay.