carcajous | diadem

Yeah, well, some people aren’t great at taking advice even when it’s good for them.

[ Whether she’s talking about herself or him is for him to figure out. ]

Thanks for the gift by the way.

It’s pretty.

[ They sure as hell aren't, and Logan doesn't spend too much time trying to figure that one out, actually, a little huff escaping as he assumes she means him.

Ouch. But, well. Fair.

A few thoughts cross his mind—saccharine, sentimental shit he invariably decides not to give voice to. They're contained enough in that tiny bell. ]

Any time.

Don’t think I need to tell you John’s over the moon about the lighter.

But here I am telling you anyway.

[ If the motel ever burns to the ground, they’ll know where to start the arson investigation at least. ]

How’s [ Uh. Yikes. No way to ask this but to just ask like it’s no big deal. ] your kid by the way?

[ You know, because they hadn’t really had a chance to dig into that particular nugget before other things had come up. ]

[ Over the moon, huh?

Logan's walking again by the time her second text pings. He stops short, staring at it for a sec. How's your kid is deceptively simple. It's the kinda thing you'd ask any parent, checking in after a week or two. Casual. It shouldn't mean anything.

His thumb hovers over the tiny keys.

She's good. We talked. She doesn't hate the idea of being my kid. ]

Think she enjoyed doing Christmas with all of us.
Devoured the hell out of your food.

[ That's more information than the simple one word response she'd been anticipating. ]

Yeah?

Next time we have a get together like that, find out what she likes best and let me know.

I'll make sure I make it.