[ she can't help but be careful. he hasn't really clarified it with her, but he never said that he didn't feel it, hasn't mentioned if the pain is any different. she has to assume he does, it's ingrained in her to think of how much it'll hurt, and so she is careful with him. wants to be careful with him, especially as she notices the way his eyes follow her, like he doesn't know what to do with her attention. and when he pulls away, it isn't with a reason, it wasn't a jerk, or a problem. he seems to be... waiting? for something?
but it's okay, because they both seem to need the exhale. she knows he means well, knows that he's right in one way, but a larger part of her can't fully extract herself from the guilt, either. he says okay? and the smile she offers is half-size, and waning. he says he's fine, and he does look it, any trace of whatever happened in here gone from him, but scattered across the room. her eyes are on the rest of the room when he reaches up, brushing back her bangs, and karen's attention is back on him, her eyes a little wide as he confesses he'd been worried about her, and a good amount of the tension in her shoulders fade.
the room does feel warmer, something filling her chest. it might be her heart, suddenly fluttering, as their eyes meet. or maybe it's something else. karen's smile is... genuine, now. a shift from moments before. ] I'm fine, too, you know. I didn't even know this was happening. I just...
[ karen shakes her head, and logan's hand drops to his side.
I was kinda looking forward to that dinner, though.
for a moment she pauses, her heart fluttering again before she huffs out a soft laugh. she feels a little stupid, realizing where they are. that apparently this animated mannequin that is now starting to look scarily like her had used dinner, had used inviting logan to dinner as a way to get logan's attention.
( if she'd known it would be that easy, she should have asked before now. ) ]
Me too. [ and she means it. ] And I didn't even know it was happening. [ a beat, and then her eyes drift back to the mess in the room. the glass shattered, the broken ends to the tv stand. a part of her deflates. ]
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but it's okay, because they both seem to need the exhale. she knows he means well, knows that he's right in one way, but a larger part of her can't fully extract herself from the guilt, either. he says okay? and the smile she offers is half-size, and waning. he says he's fine, and he does look it, any trace of whatever happened in here gone from him, but scattered across the room. her eyes are on the rest of the room when he reaches up, brushing back her bangs, and karen's attention is back on him, her eyes a little wide as he confesses he'd been worried about her, and a good amount of the tension in her shoulders fade.
the room does feel warmer, something filling her chest. it might be her heart, suddenly fluttering, as their eyes meet. or maybe it's something else. karen's smile is... genuine, now. a shift from moments before. ] I'm fine, too, you know. I didn't even know this was happening. I just...
[ karen shakes her head, and logan's hand drops to his side.
I was kinda looking forward to that dinner, though.
for a moment she pauses, her heart fluttering again before she huffs out a soft laugh. she feels a little stupid, realizing where they are. that apparently this animated mannequin that is now starting to look scarily like her had used dinner, had used inviting logan to dinner as a way to get logan's attention.
( if she'd known it would be that easy, she should have asked before now. ) ]
Me too. [ and she means it. ] And I didn't even know it was happening. [ a beat, and then her eyes drift back to the mess in the room. the glass shattered, the broken ends to the tv stand. a part of her deflates. ]
Guess I'm not getting that deposit back.