Trick Candles: Meet Up.
Veronica couldn't remember why she was in The Neptune Grand or why she was in an elevator heading straight for Logan's floor. But, sure enough, she was.
The familiar rush of air that accompanied the opening of an elevator greeted her like an automatic-locking-door in a horror movie greets an unexpecting teen. Her stomach churned as she approached Logan's door, and before she could change her mind she tapped lightly on it. The infamous Dick answered, normal cocky smile turning to a devious grin.
"Well, Veronica. Aren't you the talk of the town? You really should know that Logan-" She cut him off.
"Save it. Where is he?"
She didn't give him long enough to answer, because Dick's opening of the door informed her that he was there and that's all she wanted to hear from him. Logan sat on the floor in front of the couch, hunched over in an awkward position with his face in his hands. He didn't look up when he heard Veronica come in.
"Hey." She greeted, in their usual awkward manor.
"Hi." His muffled voice replied.
This time, Logan did look up. He hadn't shaven since she last saw him at school a week ago and his face was more or less back to normal. But, there was something off—besides the furry face. His eyes were glassy and he looked beyond distraught. She felt a sudden urge to just leave, but something told her she'd already dug her grave. A sigh escaped her lips, and she plopped down beside him.
For the next hour or so, they sat in silence. Somewhere in that time, Veronica's arm had snuck around Logan's shoulder and he was now leaning on her shoulder. There was an assumed "I'm sorry" that came with this gesture, although for nothing specific she could think of.
Her routine self-checks always occurred with Logan over the past few years because Logan was the only one that could see right through her. She realised after the hour of silence that this was one of her self-checks, and that she automatically came to him. When everything was wrong around her, she came to him—without even realising it. Not Piz, not Wallis, and not even her own father. Logan.
She turned to face him, and their faces were nearly touching. He wasn't looking at her just yet, so Veronica took the time to take in his features. Each was tied to its respected memory. Finally, he turned to acknowledge her. She took in his facial features full on and she could feel his eyes doing the same. They leaned in simultaneously, but didn't kiss. Their foreheads touched, and from Logan's lips came "Welcome back, Veronica."