There were times, times like these, when Logan felt… glad? about everything that's happened to them over the past few years because it put them right where they were. Lying in bed, Veronica sleeping soundly, Logan watching her, in the way only he could. He let his mind go to that dark place where he rejoiced in Lily's death because it led to Veronica becoming who she was, it led to them falling in love… In some twisted way. Her rape, his father…, Cassidy. They were both so tormented. And he realized a long time ago, that being together was the only way they'd, or he'd, survive. He worried, often, how long they could get by this time. How long she'd let him be this close to her. How long before her head started telling her, he wasn't to be trusted. Or how long until he messed up again, giving her yet another reason to run. Logan sighed and prepared to go to sleep. He would, like he had before, enjoy it while it lasted instead of waiting for it to be over.