[ Funny. He was expecting a guy I work with or somebody I met at the Dome. Actually, he's almost thinking about the man he'd spotted waving at her, just before they left to bowl.
The fact that he not only sees a name but recognizes it is...huh. Talk about a small fucking world. ]
Hey, I don't pick a fight with everybody. [ It's a casual protest, unbothered. He taps the name once. ] I know him. We had a...during the meteor fall. [ A wiggle of his hand to indicate said bullshit. He likes Amos, that much is clear from his tone. Not friends, exactly. An understanding, more like. ] Whatever's going on with him, it's not about you, trust me.
[ How's he say, I don't think this guy knows what a real relationship looks like? Not even as a judgement call. That's effectively what Amos implied—bluntly, with a strange sort of wonderment that Logan hasn't figured out what to make of. Maybe it's 'cause he's never been on the receiving end of that look. Like he's got something Amos doesn't. And he's realizing, it's usually him on the other side, feeling too much as if he's missing that core piece everybody else has.
So he gets it. When you're left asking if there's this thing about you that's irreparably damaged. When you wonder if the world cut it out of you or if it was never there. ]
I don't say this about a lot of folks. But I think you oughta give him a chance.
[ What words would she have used, other than his name? A mechanic, a space man. Someone who she probably never would have met if not for a flicker of fate, and now — doesn't know how to describe. Leaning her elbows against the bar, she downs a bit more of her drink. It isn't making anything clearer, but she appreciates the warmth it leaves in her belly.
A vague, questioning turn of her hand. In a way, indicating the tight little social circles surrounding them in the bar. Men and women in their own shared worlds. She's asking, or trying to ask — friend of yours?
That would be a good thing, right? Or it might be the worst possible turn of the situation. Kimiko imagines she'd feel roughly the same percolating sense of unease if she hooked up with someone and then found out they were M.M.'s nephew.
She shouldn't have given a name. The light pang of guilt at violating Amos's privacy lingers. ]
[ Sometimes it takes him a sec to interpret her meaning, but her gesture this time gets a shake of his head without much pause. ]
Acquaintance. [ Succinct and accurate enough. ] Seems alright.
[ High praise from Logan. He taps the counter for another drink, still chewing on the conversation. Given there's not much to do about the dead Enforcer, and this business with Amos is personal with a capital P, he suspects she didn't come to him for answers so much as a sounding board.
He doesn't mind it. The idea that she trusts him enough to do that.
Nice little words, even if she can't get a handhold in this shifting situation. One day, she hopes she can meet someone and not have the sky fall down — or not be continually tripped up by an indecisive Frenchman.
Well, she doesn't have to make up her mind right now. The lull of the little bar with its cozy warmth and its rustic brown hues is quite soothing, but it takes her a moment to realise how much of that comfort can be chalked up to Logan's presence. Reaching over, her fingers clutch gently into a fold in his coat sleeve and then just... stay there. There's a softness to it, even if gratitude makes her a bit clingy.
Also, she quickly pushes some joolies over when his next beer comes over. This one's on her. ]
[ Maybe there's something a little comforting about the normalcy of her having guy trouble. Even if guy trouble includes a dead Enforcer, and the potential threat of whenever that comes back to bite her in the ass.
But Logan's not letting himself sweat it. If she needs him, he'll be there. That's been the thing about Kimiko. First few hesitant weeks aside, she's made a habit of reaching out to him, and that's something he can admit to himself feels good. Feels like he's at least not screwing up this part.
His smile is brief, but genuine. He lets her pay—makes a note he'll pick up the tab next time. ]
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The fact that he not only sees a name but recognizes it is...huh. Talk about a small fucking world. ]
Hey, I don't pick a fight with everybody. [ It's a casual protest, unbothered. He taps the name once. ] I know him. We had a...during the meteor fall. [ A wiggle of his hand to indicate said bullshit. He likes Amos, that much is clear from his tone. Not friends, exactly. An understanding, more like. ] Whatever's going on with him, it's not about you, trust me.
[ How's he say, I don't think this guy knows what a real relationship looks like? Not even as a judgement call. That's effectively what Amos implied—bluntly, with a strange sort of wonderment that Logan hasn't figured out what to make of. Maybe it's 'cause he's never been on the receiving end of that look. Like he's got something Amos doesn't. And he's realizing, it's usually him on the other side, feeling too much as if he's missing that core piece everybody else has.
So he gets it. When you're left asking if there's this thing about you that's irreparably damaged. When you wonder if the world cut it out of you or if it was never there. ]
I don't say this about a lot of folks. But I think you oughta give him a chance.
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A vague, questioning turn of her hand. In a way, indicating the tight little social circles surrounding them in the bar. Men and women in their own shared worlds. She's asking, or trying to ask — friend of yours?
That would be a good thing, right? Or it might be the worst possible turn of the situation. Kimiko imagines she'd feel roughly the same percolating sense of unease if she hooked up with someone and then found out they were M.M.'s nephew.
She shouldn't have given a name. The light pang of guilt at violating Amos's privacy lingers. ]
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Acquaintance. [ Succinct and accurate enough. ] Seems alright.
[ High praise from Logan. He taps the counter for another drink, still chewing on the conversation. Given there's not much to do about the dead Enforcer, and this business with Amos is personal with a capital P, he suspects she didn't come to him for answers so much as a sounding board.
He doesn't mind it. The idea that she trusts him enough to do that.
It's kinda nice, actually. ]
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Give him a chance.
Nice little words, even if she can't get a handhold in this shifting situation. One day, she hopes she can meet someone and not have the sky fall down — or not be continually tripped up by an indecisive Frenchman.
Well, she doesn't have to make up her mind right now. The lull of the little bar with its cozy warmth and its rustic brown hues is quite soothing, but it takes her a moment to realise how much of that comfort can be chalked up to Logan's presence. Reaching over, her fingers clutch gently into a fold in his coat sleeve and then just... stay there. There's a softness to it, even if gratitude makes her a bit clingy.
Also, she quickly pushes some joolies over when his next beer comes over. This one's on her. ]
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But Logan's not letting himself sweat it. If she needs him, he'll be there. That's been the thing about Kimiko. First few hesitant weeks aside, she's made a habit of reaching out to him, and that's something he can admit to himself feels good. Feels like he's at least not screwing up this part.
His smile is brief, but genuine. He lets her pay—makes a note he'll pick up the tab next time. ]