( The screech of the truck brakes are like nails on a chalkboard to her hearing, but it doesn't show on her face. Only that careful stoicism, that hard wariness that suggests she doesn't trust his intentions immediately, but she isn't looking to fly off the handle about it. Just- watching, expectant, calm, prepared for some bullshit — which, fortunately, never comes.
The older man — he looks like he must be close to Logan's age, or at least, how old Logan had been when she knew him — offers only some sage advice about her truly poor tire changing form.
Her eyes drop down to the tire iron, then to the tire, then back to the man himself.
As much as it pains her to admit this: )
...I don't actually know what any of that means.
( How do you clinch when you turn, and what exactly does it mean to strip a nut? Isn't stripping it what she wants to do? As in, strip it off the... thing, so she can get the tire off? Seems like the most common sense interpretation to her, but fuck if she knows. )
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The older man — he looks like he must be close to Logan's age, or at least, how old Logan had been when she knew him — offers only some sage advice about her truly poor tire changing form.
Her eyes drop down to the tire iron, then to the tire, then back to the man himself.
As much as it pains her to admit this: )
...I don't actually know what any of that means.
( How do you clinch when you turn, and what exactly does it mean to strip a nut? Isn't stripping it what she wants to do? As in, strip it off the... thing, so she can get the tire off? Seems like the most common sense interpretation to her, but fuck if she knows. )