[ she feels his fingers tuck back her hair, feels how he doesn't step back, or away, doesn't necessarily run from this, and that says a lot that karen hadn't necessarily realized she'd been listening for. he says me too and karen feels... nothing breaks, necessarily. but it does feel a bit like a last remaining piece of wall crumbling away.
the moments after are quiet, where the two of them are still just standing there, right in her doorway, before she - or them both - decide it's time to move. part of it is her nudging, or maybe she just takes a step back and then hesitates, waiting for him to follow. he gestures for the couch and she goes, sitting a little more center-spaced, and him settling a bit closer to her too - something she notices. something she relaxes into, too.
it's another few quiet moments later before he leans forward, and she can feel him watch her out of the corner of his eyes. you need anything? she exhales again, slower, a little steadier. ]
I should probably shower. Probably sleep, too. [ and still she doesn't move. if anything, she leans a little to her side, bumping her shoulder into his.
there's a kind of weight around how she says probably sleep. something that sounds a lot like she's not looking forward to it. her eyes fall to his hands, wondering what it means that she feels like she probably could reach out for his hand and he probably wouldn't pull away. what it means that she's thinking about it, right now.
she forces her eyes back to her own hands, and then feels a wave of phantom pain - something that sends a shudder through her. ] Sorry- [ she says again before logan can get to startles, putting her face in her hands and trying to tell herself to breathe through it.
it takes a moment, and then another, before it passes. ] I- [ her lips tighten together, exhaling through her nose. ] Have you seen what they’re saying? About burning the mannequins?
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the moments after are quiet, where the two of them are still just standing there, right in her doorway, before she - or them both - decide it's time to move. part of it is her nudging, or maybe she just takes a step back and then hesitates, waiting for him to follow. he gestures for the couch and she goes, sitting a little more center-spaced, and him settling a bit closer to her too - something she notices. something she relaxes into, too.
it's another few quiet moments later before he leans forward, and she can feel him watch her out of the corner of his eyes. you need anything? she exhales again, slower, a little steadier. ]
I should probably shower. Probably sleep, too. [ and still she doesn't move. if anything, she leans a little to her side, bumping her shoulder into his.
there's a kind of weight around how she says probably sleep. something that sounds a lot like she's not looking forward to it. her eyes fall to his hands, wondering what it means that she feels like she probably could reach out for his hand and he probably wouldn't pull away. what it means that she's thinking about it, right now.
she forces her eyes back to her own hands, and then feels a wave of phantom pain - something that sends a shudder through her. ] Sorry- [ she says again before logan can get to startles, putting her face in her hands and trying to tell herself to breathe through it.
it takes a moment, and then another, before it passes. ] I- [ her lips tighten together, exhaling through her nose. ] Have you seen what they’re saying? About burning the mannequins?