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Dale was fairly certain he was going to survive the weekend, but only because he had survived more difficult things in the past and knew himself to be a strong and resilient man. Everything was just not going the way it should have been in his life right now, and he didn't know whether to be bothered by that or whether to be glad that even on a strange and remote island like this one, life just happened, surprises and all.

It was both a disappointment and a relief that Joe had decided to try living at home again, and Dale certainly didn't have to think too hard to know why it was each of those things. At least it meant he didn't have to worry about where, and how, he slept, even if that sleep was still going to be a troubled one.

With that lonely thought in his head, Dale stripped down to his boxer shorts and contemplated getting into the empty bed.

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After talking to Dale -- and maybe sort of tearing up in front of Dale, although he'd deny it for the rest of his life -- Joe had gone inside with Logan and looked for something to wear other than the shorts and t-shirt he'd had on. As a result he'd spent the rest of the day wandering around in combat boots and a black dress (http://daily.gorgeous-wallpaper.com/images/96.jpg) that he thought looked pretty stupid. Which didn't explain why he was still wearing it as he wandered back toward Dale's hut, but he tried not to think about that, because he knew if he thought about it, he'd come to the conclusion that he was wearing it because it was short.

On top of pretending that he didn't know why he was wearing the dress, Joe was also pretending he didn't know why he was going back to Dale's when he'd said he'd sleep at his own place that night. The reasons were complicated, all of them, but he knew exactly why he was going back. He just didn't want to think about it and so as he approached, rapping his fingers against the side of Dale's hut, he shoved them out of his mind.