[ when she steps back into the bedroom, she can smell the cigar in the air. distantly, she finds herself comforted by the smell, which is... god. it's only been a couple of days, and somehow it's that that sticks out to her. she can tell he killed the cigar before she came back in, can tell he's closed the window and settled back in bed. it's a new book he's got open, not the one he picked up at the thrift store, and her brow lifts a little. curious, but also... charmed. again.
there's a look that crosses his eyes, then, and Karen knows she's been recognized. it drains any real energy left in her - the poor night's sleep the night before, the fact it's now... what? some time in the morning? she doesn't even know the time, just knows that with her staying up and his travel by night, they're turned almost completely nocturnal, and she doesn't hate it.
she moves her laptop to the bedside table on her side of the bed (her side - because logan's is always by the door. by the window, too, if he can help it.) and she crawls in. she should want, she wants to crack it open, but something stops her, brings her to a pause as she stares at it. logan, apparently picking up on whatever it is that's gotten into her asks to help, and she looks over to him with a tired smile. ]
Six cups of coffee? Maybe like- twelve more hours in the day? [ a few moments pass, and her smile drops into a more thoughtful look. karen's quiet for a few more minutes while she considers what she wants to say, what it is that's bubbling up in her. ]
I'm sorry about...all of that. [ she shakes her head- either to stop him from interrupting or just to shake herself loose a little. ] I know this isn't news to you. You've been dealing with it for your whole life, decades and decades, and I'm just now coming into it and I know I won't ever really get it, not really, but- [ her tone is not sympathetic, despite the apology. despite the way she starts this off. instead, Karen swallows a little, centers herself.
it's not that she plans for the speech, but after her time in the bath, after their talk beforehand, after everything she's been reading and thinking about and learning over the last couple of days, it's hard to just hold all of this in. so she doesn't.]
I want to help, Logan. I want to help you, and these kids, however I can. And that won't fix anything- hell, I don't even know what justice is supposed to look like after this shit, but... [ she bites at her lower lip. a little sheepish, sure, but mostly stubborn. mostly refusing to stop, now that she's started.] I do think the story will help. Maybe it won't be enough, maybe it'll only be a little bit, but I do. And after that... [ she reaches over to him, gently, and grabs whatever she can - his hand, his forearm, his shoulder, whatever is in reach - and squeezes, gently. ] Whatever you want to do, I want to help. If it's finding these guys, or tracking down the others, whatever it is, I'll be there. But you have to trust me on this part, first.
[ a beat, and then she lets go of him, her smile now a little hopeful. smaller than before. ]
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there's a look that crosses his eyes, then, and Karen knows she's been recognized. it drains any real energy left in her - the poor night's sleep the night before, the fact it's now... what? some time in the morning? she doesn't even know the time, just knows that with her staying up and his travel by night, they're turned almost completely nocturnal, and she doesn't hate it.
she moves her laptop to the bedside table on her side of the bed (her side - because logan's is always by the door. by the window, too, if he can help it.) and she crawls in. she should want, she wants to crack it open, but something stops her, brings her to a pause as she stares at it. logan, apparently picking up on whatever it is that's gotten into her asks to help, and she looks over to him with a tired smile. ]
Six cups of coffee? Maybe like- twelve more hours in the day? [ a few moments pass, and her smile drops into a more thoughtful look. karen's quiet for a few more minutes while she considers what she wants to say, what it is that's bubbling up in her. ]
I'm sorry about...all of that. [ she shakes her head- either to stop him from interrupting or just to shake herself loose a little. ] I know this isn't news to you. You've been dealing with it for your whole life, decades and decades, and I'm just now coming into it and I know I won't ever really get it, not really, but- [ her tone is not sympathetic, despite the apology. despite the way she starts this off. instead, Karen swallows a little, centers herself.
it's not that she plans for the speech, but after her time in the bath, after their talk beforehand, after everything she's been reading and thinking about and learning over the last couple of days, it's hard to just hold all of this in. so she doesn't.]
I want to help, Logan. I want to help you, and these kids, however I can. And that won't fix anything- hell, I don't even know what justice is supposed to look like after this shit, but... [ she bites at her lower lip. a little sheepish, sure, but mostly stubborn. mostly refusing to stop, now that she's started.] I do think the story will help. Maybe it won't be enough, maybe it'll only be a little bit, but I do. And after that... [ she reaches over to him, gently, and grabs whatever she can - his hand, his forearm, his shoulder, whatever is in reach - and squeezes, gently. ] Whatever you want to do, I want to help. If it's finding these guys, or tracking down the others, whatever it is, I'll be there. But you have to trust me on this part, first.
[ a beat, and then she lets go of him, her smile now a little hopeful. smaller than before. ]
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