Veronica fidgeted in their bed, trying to get comfortable. As if the reason she was awake wasn't psychological.
"I'm sorry," Logan said with resignation.
Veronica blinked a few times. "You can't think that I blame you for-"
"She probably inherited her depression from me," he insisted softly. If she kills herself, it'll be my fault, he considered adding.
Veronica had seen the footage of his mother jumping. She also knew Logan himself had considered suicide in his youth.
She hesitantly turned to look at him. "You haven't felt that way…"
"-recently?" His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't worry."