Soma

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It wasn't supposed to get or of hand.

He was just getting some fucking orange juice, for pity's sake. Bu that was what started. Pity.

He heard about her breakdown after she heard about Scott. His death. She took it pretty hard, he heard from Jubilee, and she wished that he had been there for her. He was a failure in her eyes, that's what he thought. A failure. He knew that she thought that he wasn't, but sometimes, as much as it felt wrong in his heart, it felt just right in his head.

"Hey" he's muttered opening the fridge, looking for a carton of orange juice that wasn't there. "Do you know if we have any more OJ?"

Marie shook her head. "Nope. We don't, I've already checked."

An awkward silence filled the room, and Logan stood abruptly, and coughed. "Are you okay? With the whole, uh, Scott thing?" It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth, wrong that things were bad between the two of them, and for a moment, he felt guilty. But then he remembered how she couldn't trust him anymore, and he felt a little more than guilt.

Regret.

"I'm…fine." she said, sitting on the counter as he was leaned against it, head cocked and the cigar clenched in his hand almost gone.

"Sure? You don't need anything?"

"Yep, Logan, I'm sure. I don't need anything from anyone," she looked up, eyes bright, but he knew she was still hurting on the inside. "I don't want anything."

He nodded, "Call me, if anything comes up. Just to talk, whatever."

As he left the kitchen, he swore he heard her whisper, "Especially not your pity," but he must have been hearing things.

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Challenge: pity/orange juice. Review?

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