[ even if he'd said something, she probably wouldn't have listened - the movement helps expend a little of her nervous energy, helps her feel a little less like she's in someone else's place, and a little more like it's her own. it doesn't feel right, but it feels less wrong.

he perches on the armrest, and karen lets out a breath. a nod. part of her thinks about pouring them a drink, but she also doesn't know if she wants to get up and pour another- if that is starting to feel too close to old habits, old addictions. so instead she just watches him, hears him mention charles.

kinda like you. liked being out there. ] I did, yeah. Felt nice to be out there for a little bit.

[ there's a pause there, just a moment, where karen thinks the same thing that logan is. that he's hovering, waiting for a reason to leave. karen doesn't blame him, she's not really sure what all is happening right now, or what she's trying to do. she'd asked him to stay because the concept of being alone in the room all night had turned her stomach, but she doesn't blame him for being uncomfortable. wouldn't blame him if he came up with an excuse to stand, and head out. really- if he did, she'd probably let him, too.

that's when he shuffles over, sitting on the couch proper, and something in karen unclenches. ]

But not you. You couldn't wait to leave. [ she tilts her head a little, curious. ] Did it really make you that uncomfortable?