[ he settles on the bed next to her- and his weight is a comfort. even as she feels guilty, feels behind, as she scrolls through her phone - there is a separation to it. a distance. with logan settled next to her, more interested in his bad coffee than her phone, it’s grounding. comforting, too- and as he very much doesn’t ask about matt, she very much appreciates it. she doesn’t feel like explaining him, doesn’t really want to be put in a place where she feels like she’s going to have to defend him.
and logan doesn’t ask her to.
two towns over she nods, cradles her coffee a little longer and ends up bumping her arm against his. not for any reason reason, or need for acknowledgement. some part of her just wants the touch.
she goes back to work after a while, and he packs whatever it is they had ended up leaving strewn about. he’s done with hours left until sundown, which is right about when she starts noticing him grow more and more uncomfortable. itchy. he’s ready to be out of here, and she can’t really blame him. she gets further into the drive, more files, more stories, more that cross over and build a larger case around what she already had thought was so monumental and-
and she dozes, for about an hour and a half in there. it isn’t until logan wakes her that she realizes it’s happened, and then is the final rush, the files and copies and laptop slipping into her backpack. karen’s walking out the door when it happens, brushing up against him and all together probably too close in general, when his hand goes around her wrist. he’s looking for something in her face, something that she isn’t sure of at first, his own expression a bit complicated, a bit layered. ]
Yeah. [ she answers - softly - not dishonest but not all together genuine, either. for better or for worse, karen is only working on a handful of hours of sleep, kept up by reports and images of mutilated bodies, horrors, the knowledge that there might be so much more of logan every time she opens a new file.
it’s only then that it dawns on her that he might not be asking about that at all, and whatever confusion she’d been feeling drops, her expression softening. she brings up her other hand to the one he has around her wrist and squeezes it, reassuringly. ] Yeah. [ in case he needs that extra answer too.
then, because she can’t help herself- ] You? [ she means the videos they found yesterday, but she also doesn’t. she means it to be if he is having doubts, concerns, and so he’s projecting it on her. ]
no subject
and logan doesn’t ask her to.
two towns over she nods, cradles her coffee a little longer and ends up bumping her arm against his. not for any reason reason, or need for acknowledgement. some part of her just wants the touch.
she goes back to work after a while, and he packs whatever it is they had ended up leaving strewn about. he’s done with hours left until sundown, which is right about when she starts noticing him grow more and more uncomfortable. itchy. he’s ready to be out of here, and she can’t really blame him. she gets further into the drive, more files, more stories, more that cross over and build a larger case around what she already had thought was so monumental and-
and she dozes, for about an hour and a half in there. it isn’t until logan wakes her that she realizes it’s happened, and then is the final rush, the files and copies and laptop slipping into her backpack. karen’s walking out the door when it happens, brushing up against him and all together probably too close in general, when his hand goes around her wrist. he’s looking for something in her face, something that she isn’t sure of at first, his own expression a bit complicated, a bit layered. ]
Yeah. [ she answers - softly - not dishonest but not all together genuine, either. for better or for worse, karen is only working on a handful of hours of sleep, kept up by reports and images of mutilated bodies, horrors, the knowledge that there might be so much more of logan every time she opens a new file.
it’s only then that it dawns on her that he might not be asking about that at all, and whatever confusion she’d been feeling drops, her expression softening. she brings up her other hand to the one he has around her wrist and squeezes it, reassuringly. ] Yeah. [ in case he needs that extra answer too.
then, because she can’t help herself- ] You? [ she means the videos they found yesterday, but she also doesn’t. she means it to be if he is having doubts, concerns, and so he’s projecting it on her. ]