[ of course she wants to go home, she misses the city and her life and whatever routine she's found there, but it's hard to want to go home to bullet-ridden walls and plastic. she would know- it isn't the first time.
she wants to go home, yes, but there isn't much of a home to go back to. won't be, either, until she has this story ready. until it's done. and yes, logan is seeing it in her too - that feeling of catching onto something, of knowing that they're on the right trail to do something good... she's exhausted, so is he, but she's also more alive than she's been in some time.
karen holds logan's eyes for that extra few moments, longer than is really necessary, and it's okay. it feels like he might understand.
they go about their movements, unpacking, the bath starts. she tells him about her files and his brows crinkle, and Karen's lips pull back into a small. she huffs a laugh, shakes her head. ] No, I'll leave that to Professor Xavier.
[ she wonders if it would be easier, if she could read his mind. if, by knowing what logan is really thinking, she could fix all of this. make it easier on him, make it faster. but then- if that was the case, why hasn't professor x been able to do it? someone who has spent his whole life...
logan stills after that, and Karen steps a little further into the room. she can hear the tup still filling up, knows that there's still a bit more time, so instead she takes two steps closer to where he's standing, staring down at her files. he's tense, like he's trying to shift through his own emotions on the matter, and she wants to help.
he takes the file and steps away from her, probably not even noticing, and Karen stops, watches logan pace. the story's not enough. karen lets out a breath, recognizing what it is he's saying, what it sounds like. you know that, right? karen reaches over and holds her arm, feeling something sink in her chest. she knows logan doesn't say what he says because he's arguing about her writing the story, but she's been in this spot so many times, with so many people. matt, frank, foggy- over and over she's told these stories won't work, they won't do what they need to do, and maybe they're right. maybe it never is enough. but Karen feels a familiar kind of defensiveness start to solidify. ]
You don't know that. [ she says, trying to sound calmer but knowing there's a little of that stubborn tension in her tone. ] Enough people read a story, enough people realize what's happening, and it can inspire them to do something. Yeah- they can reshuffle names, but if everyone knows the pattern, they can speak up when they start seeing it.
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she wants to go home, yes, but there isn't much of a home to go back to. won't be, either, until she has this story ready. until it's done. and yes, logan is seeing it in her too - that feeling of catching onto something, of knowing that they're on the right trail to do something good... she's exhausted, so is he, but she's also more alive than she's been in some time.
karen holds logan's eyes for that extra few moments, longer than is really necessary, and it's okay. it feels like he might understand.
they go about their movements, unpacking, the bath starts. she tells him about her files and his brows crinkle, and Karen's lips pull back into a small. she huffs a laugh, shakes her head. ] No, I'll leave that to Professor Xavier.
[ she wonders if it would be easier, if she could read his mind. if, by knowing what logan is really thinking, she could fix all of this. make it easier on him, make it faster. but then- if that was the case, why hasn't professor x been able to do it? someone who has spent his whole life...
logan stills after that, and Karen steps a little further into the room. she can hear the tup still filling up, knows that there's still a bit more time, so instead she takes two steps closer to where he's standing, staring down at her files. he's tense, like he's trying to shift through his own emotions on the matter, and she wants to help.
he takes the file and steps away from her, probably not even noticing, and Karen stops, watches logan pace. the story's not enough. karen lets out a breath, recognizing what it is he's saying, what it sounds like. you know that, right? karen reaches over and holds her arm, feeling something sink in her chest. she knows logan doesn't say what he says because he's arguing about her writing the story, but she's been in this spot so many times, with so many people. matt, frank, foggy- over and over she's told these stories won't work, they won't do what they need to do, and maybe they're right. maybe it never is enough. but Karen feels a familiar kind of defensiveness start to solidify. ]
You don't know that. [ she says, trying to sound calmer but knowing there's a little of that stubborn tension in her tone. ] Enough people read a story, enough people realize what's happening, and it can inspire them to do something. Yeah- they can reshuffle names, but if everyone knows the pattern, they can speak up when they start seeing it.