[ it's funny, in a way, that logan sees karen as a way for him to breathe because of everything he was doing before this place, and karen sees logan as a way for her to breathe because of this place. of the way it still doesn't feel real, still doesn't feel safe. left to herself, karen knows that she spirals, knows that for all that she might fall into step, might make this work, it feels like she's waiting. waiting for another shoe to drop, waiting for another world-ending revelation. she's been here for a couple of weeks now, and it still doesn't feel like she's exhaled just yet -
except for moments like this. except for when logan grins a little at her, proud of himself for his joke. or when she sees him down the hall coming home from her (now fired from) shift, and they wave. it's been infrequent, these moments, but they've also helped keep her feet under her. and now?
now it's maybe a little too easy, to think only of what's in front of her. of a suitcase of - honestly - mostly terrible clothes. a bottle of liquor on the table. a blindingly yellow shirt in her hands. he snorts, and it makes karen grin, looking back over the article of clothing like it might actually be decent, and not some terrible monstrosity, before she balls it up and tosses it back in the suitcase. ]
It's a very confident color. Whoever wears that really does not care what other people thing. [ he picks up a shirt, and part of karen considers that a bit of a win as she walks over to the small bathroom, checking through the items there to see if there's anything interested, before she's looking back to him again. ]
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except for moments like this. except for when logan grins a little at her, proud of himself for his joke. or when she sees him down the hall coming home from her (now fired from) shift, and they wave. it's been infrequent, these moments, but they've also helped keep her feet under her. and now?
now it's maybe a little too easy, to think only of what's in front of her. of a suitcase of - honestly - mostly terrible clothes. a bottle of liquor on the table. a blindingly yellow shirt in her hands. he snorts, and it makes karen grin, looking back over the article of clothing like it might actually be decent, and not some terrible monstrosity, before she balls it up and tosses it back in the suitcase. ]
It's a very confident color. Whoever wears that really does not care what other people thing. [ he picks up a shirt, and part of karen considers that a bit of a win as she walks over to the small bathroom, checking through the items there to see if there's anything interested, before she's looking back to him again. ]
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