[ CLOSED ] june.

[carcajous]

Who: Logan + Kimiko, Scott, Jesse
Where: Panorama
When: June
What: Catch-all for the month, including a little misunderstanding at the barbershop (oops)

Warnings: A bit of violence, probably!

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[carcajous]

[ 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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[ she is going to make him say it - and for good reason, too, considering the way he smiles. it does not escape her notice, then, how at ease she does feel. how much, even with the weight of the conversation, all that they've shared between them, she does feel better. just as she'd hoped, when she asked him into her room. just as she'd hoped the entire drive back, as she considered his reflection in her rear-view mirror.

he smiles, and does say it, and karen's smile brightens. it says something close to in that case... but she doesn't say that part aloud, either, because something flutters in her ribs at his smile. he could make excuses, could be just as playful and just as joking, keep pushing this down the road and they could continue to dance around it.

but logan doesn't, so karen doesn't either - lets her eyes linger on his smile, just for another second or so, and then he stays.

the evening isn't anything crazy - she does finally pull out a couple of beers, possibly leftover from when they sat with each other in the parking lot, and they talk. about something. about nothing. karen talks, weighted but open, about vermont and growing up in the mountains, and he talks about his favorite routes, drives and seasons out in the woods, in the mountains, quiet and his own. in the end, nothing much gets shared beyond that start as well as a few beers and some bad whiskey. it's good, and karen very nearly lets herself be comfortable, be comforted, to think this can - even in the neon glow, the dingy motel carpet, the thick humidity.

and then, when it's time to leave, he stands and heads to the door - and karen follows him. her face hurts a little from smiling, and with the drinks she feels warm all the way through, and as his hand sets on the doorframe and he hovers, barely a moment, polite and easy, and karen leans against the doorframe his hand is resting on, looking up to him, still smiling. still warm. ]

You know where to find me. [ her tone is playful, light, and her eyes flick from his eyes to his mouth and back again. they're close - his hand on the doorframe above her, her hip and shoulder pressed against the wood of the frame, and it would be so easy... it's barely a moment, but she clocks it in herself, more than anything. there's a second where she wonders if this might be it, if this is even okay even after all the confirmations the evening has brought.

and then karen pushes up from the doorframe. putting a distance there, though it is by no means a closed door. more like a not tonight as her eyes soften. ] Goodnight, Logan.