“Hey, Logan,” I started as we continued to watch the moon.       
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever wondered why the moon was so lonely?”
“No. I already know why.”
“Really?” I asked, half-asleep against his shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Could you tell me?”
“Sure.” He shrugged slightly and pulled me closer as a light breeze passed over us. “Many years ago, the moon had a lover.” Ooh, a real story, interesting! “His name was Coacuatchoo. But there was a third spirit that longed for the moon, he was a trickster. So, one day the trickster tells Coacuatchoo that the Moon asked for flowers from our world and to go and pick some red roses, so he did.” I started smiling at this; it’s such a sweet gesture, right?? “But, what Coacuatchoo didn’t know, is that once you leave the spirit realm, you can never go back. So he forever roams the land, howling to his lost love night after night.”
I blinked a few times. “Wow. The trickster’s an asshole.”
Logan chuckled slightly and started messing with my hair.
“Hey, who told you that story?” I asked, curiously.
“An old friend.”
“Did she tell you what Kiwiamatchoo meant?”
He laughed. “It’s ‘Cuacoatchoo.’”
“Right, right, did she tell you what Cuacoatchoo meant?”
“She said it meant Wolverine.”
I paused a moment and leaned further into him, smiling.
“You aren’t gullible, ya know.”
“Hmm?”
“If you knew what Cuacoatchoo meant, then you chose it for your nickname for a reason. The only one I can think of is if you lost your loved one, you think you’re gullible or both.”
He gave me a light squeeze. “It’s a long story.”
“Ok, I won’t ask.”
“What?”
“I won’t ask about it. If you wanted me to know, you would’ve already told me about it, anyway, right?” Logan smiled warmly down at me.
“Come on, it’s getting late. Let’s go inside.” He said after standing up. I nodded and took his hand before walking with him downstairs.

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