[ It does, yeah. It does give her away. He catches the edges of it, and for a split second, something about the curl of her lips and the flicker of her eyes reminds him of Jean. Been a while since he's thought about Jean. He thought...he'd buried her, you know, put her to rest, in all the ways that counted. Then he ran into Scott. Now her memory keeps scratching against the surface.
Christ. He shakes it off.
He's about to tell Karen that tidying up is the last thing she's gotta doā€”his place isn't exactly immaculateā€”but she's already got papers and clothes piled in her arms by the time he opens his mouth. He closes it, figures he'll let her move stuff off the couch before he sits down on the armrest. ]
Oh, yeah? [ Funny. Somehow, he wasn't expecting they'd met at the resort, even if that makes sense. Small area with nothing to do except hang out and drink. ] Guess he was kinda like you. Liked being out there.
[ Logan can't blame him. Or either, of them, really. After a minute, he realizes he looks as if he's still one foot out the door, hovering at the edge of her couch. He shuffles over to sit on it proper. Look, it's not Karen's fault, and it's not anything she's doing. He just hasn't been anybody else's home in a long time, not exactly uncomfortable but like he's forgotten what the hell it is you're supposed to do. Even back then, people didn't...invite him in much. He wasn't brimming with social calls. And if it was anybody else, he couldn't care less how he comes off, but with Karen, he does want to be here. He doesn't want her to think otherwise. ]
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Christ. He shakes it off.
He's about to tell Karen that tidying up is the last thing she's gotta doā€”his place isn't exactly immaculateā€”but she's already got papers and clothes piled in her arms by the time he opens his mouth. He closes it, figures he'll let her move stuff off the couch before he sits down on the armrest. ]
Oh, yeah? [ Funny. Somehow, he wasn't expecting they'd met at the resort, even if that makes sense. Small area with nothing to do except hang out and drink. ] Guess he was kinda like you. Liked being out there.
[ Logan can't blame him. Or either, of them, really. After a minute, he realizes he looks as if he's still one foot out the door, hovering at the edge of her couch. He shuffles over to sit on it proper. Look, it's not Karen's fault, and it's not anything she's doing. He just hasn't been anybody else's home in a long time, not exactly uncomfortable but like he's forgotten what the hell it is you're supposed to do. Even back then, people didn't...invite him in much. He wasn't brimming with social calls. And if it was anybody else, he couldn't care less how he comes off, but with Karen, he does want to be here. He doesn't want her to think otherwise. ]