Forgive
He doesn't follow Logan when he storms from the room after the Veronica based peep show.
He doesn't want to get involved.
Plus if he goes with him whose going to bail him out of jail?
See he only had his best interests at heart. He leans back on the couch and starts up Halo, trying not to think too hard about how bendy Ronnie still was.
There's a knock on the door shortly after and he wonders if maybe Logan lost his keycard in the brawl. Pausing his game he pushes up away from the too soft couch.
"Mac-" he looks down at her with wide eyes and his lungs freeze, "Logan isn't here..." He tells her because why else would she be here? He hadn't punched any of her boyfriends recently.
"That's fine." She mutters grabbing at her hair, its a fluffy mess of brown, theirs no chunk of color and he finds he misses them. She shifts from foot to foot, "can I come in?" She asks like she fully expects him to say no and slam the door in her face.
Maybe he would have before his father came back.
He steps away from the door and she wanders to the couch.
What the hell is this? His chest fucking hurts and he doesn't know if he should sit down next to her or not. God when the fuck did he start caring about what she thought...
A long time ago...
Pathetic.
He sits down on the couch in the same spot he'd been before she'd arrived hoping that the normality of it would stave off some of this panic.
Had Beaver felt like this when she was around? How could he stand it? He's far too aware of her mouth as she pulls her lips into her mouth, they come out red and wet and he wants to kiss her. Did Beav just want to kiss her all the time? They had done a lot of it so maybe. Maybe it was her working her kryptonite on him.
"So I heard your dad's back..." She trails off and looks away from him picking up the spare controller from the table and twisting it in her hands.
Is that what this is about? His father? What does she care?
"So what if he is?" His voice comes out too hard and she looks up at him quickly.
"I'm sorry I was just..." She makes a noise in the back of her throat all thick and fed up, she tosses the controller to the couch, "I don't know why I even came." She stands up and she looks down at him with those big broken eyes that mirror his and chews on her lip.
He should say something he's sure. But what the fuck does he say? Every other interaction with her has been very clearly one thing or an other he doesn't know what the fuck this is.
"I forgive you." She tells him and this time it sounds like she actually means it and its not just something that tumbles from her mouth to make him go away.
He sits up straight and she's so close to him, standing in front of him, that he could easily grab a hold of her. Pull her down onto the couch.
She couldn't push his face away now.
Oh fuck that's dark.
He looks away from her, "you should probably go." He tells her and he can't keep the darkness from his voice. He can quite obviously not be alone with her. He watches her hands, they move at her sides, grab onto the sides of her jeans and she seems desperate to have something to do with them and he can think of plenty of things he'd like her to do with them.
"Ronnie's going to need you."
"Veronica...why..." She sighs heavily, "what the hell did Logan do?" Her voice has a resigned tone like she'd been expecting this and honestly who could blame her he'd been expecting something too.
He looks up at her again and she steps further away from him, maybe she can feel that heavy feeling in the air between them now too.
He's felt it for two years.
"Just trust me." He tells her and rolling her eyes she leaves. Minutes later the gong show begins with Logan coming back bloody and bruised. Apparently Piss wasn't entirely the pussy he thought he was.