[ Her eyes light up. For a moment, he forgets how dark it's getting out there. She's gonna make him say it, huh?
He smiles, the briefest flicker. ] Thinking about it.
[ He could make an excuse to himself—keeping an eye on her, checking up to make sure she's alright—and some of it would be true, but that's not the whole reason. Not even most of the reason. No, he just wants to see her. He wants to see where they go, if maybe this isn't gonna turn out to be a bad fucking idea like it always does. 'Cause so far, it feels...good. Nice. She hasn't pushed him back, and Logan doesn't feel two steps away from bolting. (Anymore.)
It's real late now, but what the hell does time matter these days? He stays. He closes the crooked blinds against the harsh neon glow outside, ends up accepting whatever drink she's got in her fridge. It's not the high class champagne from the resort, but it's more what he's used to getting.
When he leaves this time, he leaves before she's fallen asleep. His hand rests on her doorframe, old and splintered, paint chipped. ] See you around?
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He smiles, the briefest flicker. ] Thinking about it.
[ He could make an excuse to himself—keeping an eye on her, checking up to make sure she's alright—and some of it would be true, but that's not the whole reason. Not even most of the reason. No, he just wants to see her. He wants to see where they go, if maybe this isn't gonna turn out to be a bad fucking idea like it always does. 'Cause so far, it feels...good. Nice. She hasn't pushed him back, and Logan doesn't feel two steps away from bolting. (Anymore.)
It's real late now, but what the hell does time matter these days? He stays. He closes the crooked blinds against the harsh neon glow outside, ends up accepting whatever drink she's got in her fridge. It's not the high class champagne from the resort, but it's more what he's used to getting.
When he leaves this time, he leaves before she's fallen asleep. His hand rests on her doorframe, old and splintered, paint chipped. ] See you around?