[ Logan has never been real great with tears, his or anyone else's, discomfort prickling up his spine. There's no way he's letting her go though, not a fucking chance.
He also knows she's right; he remembers dying so acutely it's still painful. His whiskered cheek rests against the top of her head. ]
I'm sorry, Laura. I'm sorry I couldn't stay.
[ The market is a terribly incongruous spot for tearful reunions, but it's nonetheless somehow fitting. All the time they spent together was inopportune, clipped and rushing from one moment to the next. ]
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He also knows she's right; he remembers dying so acutely it's still painful. His whiskered cheek rests against the top of her head.
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I'm sorry, Laura. I'm sorry I couldn't stay.
[ The market is a terribly incongruous spot for tearful reunions, but it's nonetheless somehow fitting. All the time they spent together was inopportune, clipped and rushing from one moment to the next. ]