[ in some ways, it's nice that he can tell. that she doesn't have to say anything, doesn't have to be overtly obvious, about just how much the cloying fear hasn't left her. she's been holding it together pretty okay so far, and logan's calm had been hugely helpful in that regard, but there's something about looking out on the street blocks of vacancy signs and unfamiliar buildings that curls in her gut.
when she asks for his recommendations, she doesn't know what she had in mind. maybe a direction, a street that he'd seen was safer than others. what she doesn't expect is the way he shifts, and then says there's a room three doors down from mine.
she looks back to him with a curious look, like she hadn't quite heard him. ] Really? [ and maybe it sounds a little too hopeful, to which she tries to pull back the excitement. ] I mean- only if that's okay.
[ please she almost says. but maybe her small smile says it all.
she glances back to the rows of vacancy signs and lets out a breath. ] I'm not a bad neighbor, so I've been told.
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when she asks for his recommendations, she doesn't know what she had in mind. maybe a direction, a street that he'd seen was safer than others. what she doesn't expect is the way he shifts, and then says there's a room three doors down from mine.
she looks back to him with a curious look, like she hadn't quite heard him. ] Really? [ and maybe it sounds a little too hopeful, to which she tries to pull back the excitement. ] I mean- only if that's okay.
[ please she almost says. but maybe her small smile says it all.
she glances back to the rows of vacancy signs and lets out a breath. ] I'm not a bad neighbor, so I've been told.