Throw Pillow
"How about this one?"
Logan turned to look at the cushion Veronica was holding up, tilting his head as he tried to form some kind of opinion about it.
She frowned, obviously taking his absence of reaction to be a lack of interest. "You don't like it?"
"It's okay…" he started.
"But?" she prompted.
"But, I don't know, Veronica." He threw his hands up in annoyance. "It's a cushion."
"A throw pillow," she corrected.
"Okay, it's a throw pillow." He shrugged. "So what?"
"Ugh." She put it down on the show couch with a shake of her head. "You're no help."
She moved to another couch a few feet away, and Logan followed her.
"What do you want me to say, Veronica?" he said to her back. "As long as it's comfortable, I'll be happy with it."
"In that case, why are you even here?" she muttered. "I could have just done this by myself."
"You tell me," he responded hotly. "I was perfectly content hanging out with Dick at the beach, but you made me come."
"Yeah, because I thought we were supposed to be doing this together," she shot back. "You know, the whole: you, me, adult relationship, moving in together thing. But if you can't even make an effort, then I don't know why we're bothering."
She gave a heavy sigh, then turned on her heel and began stalking away, leaving Logan feeling contrite and just a little guilty.
"Hey." He caught up with her, catching her elbow. "I'm sorry, okay? It's not that I don't care about you or our relationship, it's just… it's a fucking throw pillow, Veronica. Is it really that important?"
"Yes, it is," she said, her voice losing its edge now. "Because this is us, starting our life together, and we should both be equally involved in it. It's gonna be your furniture, too, and I want both of us to be happy with what we buy."
Logan nodded in acceptance. "Yeah, okay. I want that, too."
She smiled. "Look, I get that you don't really care that much about throw pillows, but I just wanted us to choose this stuff together."
"I'm sorry. Let's try again," he said, before stepping back and gesturing with his hands. "Show me the next one. Come on, hit me."
A grin broke out on her face. "Okay."
She reached for the nearest cushion and flung it at him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed in surprise as it smacked him in the face. "Thanks a lot!"
"Sorry." She gave a soft giggle. "But you did ask for it. And you were having trouble deciding the normal way, so I figured we could test them out the way we used to."
He smiled, remembering how, back when they were pre-teens, not long after they first met, their regular movie nights over at the Kane's would regularly turn into pillow fights with Celeste's designer throw pillows.
Logan cocked an eyebrow as he grabbed another cushion, testing its weight in his hands. "Is that right?"
"Uh huh." She nodded, even as she began backing away at the gleam in his eye.
He began advancing on her, and she gave a small shriek, darting out of the way before he could smack her with the cushion. He was too fast for her though, and he grabbed her around the waist as he smushed it against the side of her face.
"I'll get you for that," she warned, though her tone was filled with amusement.
Twisting out of his arms, she reached for another pillow, but just as she lifted it above her head, Logan caught the eye of the stern-looking store manager, who was shaking his head and making his way toward them.
"We'd better get out of here," he said quickly, grabbing the cushion from her and placing it back on the couch. "We're about to get in trouble."
He took her hand and practically dragged her out of the store, even as she protested, "But we didn't buy our new couch yet."
"We'll get one somewhere else."
Notes: This scene was partly inspired by an episode of the BBC sitcom, Coupling (season 2, episode 3), which involved Steve being unable to form any kind of opinion on sofa fabrics and cushions.
