[ it's hard to tell - exactly - if the movement startles her. she doesn't know she was expecting it from him, the immediate, comfortable way he steps through the door. the way he takes her hands in his and curls around them. he's worried about her, concern clearly written across his face even if he doesn't finish the statement. he's asked her if she's alright, and karen feels her breath kind of stutter in her throat.
the intention is there - to say I mean, as okay as I can or not really? what else is new or even, if she was feeling steady enough, yeah, I'm okay. even if it was a lie, it might have been more like what she should say. but logan steps inside and karen steps with her, not moving away from him so much as giving him the space in the small hallway to actually come in enough to close the door.
and for a moment, she just sort of stands there - logan quiet, a little uncomfortable, but wanting to be there. logan, being the one who asked to come over. she wonders if he knows what happened, what they had to do to really get rid of it, or if he's just worried because he knows she's been out there, freaked out about this, for weeks. karen isn't sure what makes more sense, or which of the two she would prefer, because no matter which of the two brought logan here, he is here. he is worried. he's looking at her and his fingers are curled around her hands and karen-
she does try to just take a breath, but it's sucked in more like a sob. she pulls her hands from his to cover her mouth, surprised by the way it broke through though not that surprised when the tears come. she still feels barely together, her skin somehow sensitive, raw. (part of her is actually surprised that she doesn't wince at his touch - but maybe that's just another sign, telling.)
before she thinks too much about it, karen tips forward into his chest, tucking her face down as each breath wracks through her. she's not too loud as she sobs, a few heavy breaths and tears, but she doesn't know if she can face him. so instead she keeps her face tucked against him, breathes in the smell of him as she tries to calm down. ]
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the intention is there - to say I mean, as okay as I can or not really? what else is new or even, if she was feeling steady enough, yeah, I'm okay. even if it was a lie, it might have been more like what she should say. but logan steps inside and karen steps with her, not moving away from him so much as giving him the space in the small hallway to actually come in enough to close the door.
and for a moment, she just sort of stands there - logan quiet, a little uncomfortable, but wanting to be there. logan, being the one who asked to come over. she wonders if he knows what happened, what they had to do to really get rid of it, or if he's just worried because he knows she's been out there, freaked out about this, for weeks. karen isn't sure what makes more sense, or which of the two she would prefer, because no matter which of the two brought logan here, he is here. he is worried. he's looking at her and his fingers are curled around her hands and karen-
she does try to just take a breath, but it's sucked in more like a sob. she pulls her hands from his to cover her mouth, surprised by the way it broke through though not that surprised when the tears come. she still feels barely together, her skin somehow sensitive, raw. (part of her is actually surprised that she doesn't wince at his touch - but maybe that's just another sign, telling.)
before she thinks too much about it, karen tips forward into his chest, tucking her face down as each breath wracks through her. she's not too loud as she sobs, a few heavy breaths and tears, but she doesn't know if she can face him. so instead she keeps her face tucked against him, breathes in the smell of him as she tries to calm down. ]