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[watching_you]

Veronica and Logan make their way to Veronica's apartment, after ...

After.

Veronica gets a feeling that that's how it's going to be, from now on. Always before and after. Her world nicely compartmentalized by this night, subdivided. She's not the same person that she was before.

Of the trip, all that she can remember are police lights and crowds and confusion, and Logan there, steady beside her. Maybe the drive is only a few minutes, or maybe it's a few hours. Veronica can't tell.

She feels empty.

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[obligatoryass]

Logan doesn't know how to react, period. It's his dad they're talking about, after all.

But it's also the man he blames for all of the death and pain the women he loves best have suffered.

He just sort of sags against the countertop, stares at the puddle and wonders distantly if he should look for a broom. Someone could get hurt on a mess like that.

[watching_you]

Veronica turns off the radio, realizing that this may not be the best time to listen for details. She touches Logan lightly on the shoulder. "Hey. Maybe you should lie down."

[obligatoryass]

Logan suddenly returns to planet earth from...wherever he just was. He blinks at Veronica. "Um. Yeah."

Pause. "Only if you do the same."

Because though she looks slightly more with it than she had on the way home, she's still peaky and drawn. "We could both use it."

[watching_you]

The couch is surprisingly comforting, all things considered. Veronica had never liked it much before - it was cheap, and itchy, and occasaionally covered in dog hair on the days that Backup was feeling disobedient. But tonight, it'll do.

She leans against Logan, pulling her knees up.

"Thanks for -

(Saving my life)

"- everything. Really."

[obligatoryass]

"None needed," Logan says. "I -

owed you anyway

love you

don't like to think about the alternative

" - um. You're welcome."

Politeness wins, for once.

Logan wraps an arm around her, feeling the springs of the couch under the fabric, and knowing there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now.

[watching_you]

Funny how this feels so familiar.

Veronica's tired, weary. Her mind is buzzing but she's doing her best to ignore it - there are things she just can't think about right now.

Like whether she'll have to live with her mother. And whether she'll be able to go to college. And whether she'll be able to see Logan anymore -

She closes her eyes. It's too much to think about; she begins to cry again, but it's silent, just tears, and eventually she slips into dreaming.