"Your food my lady." Logan said with a horrible British accent as he returned to the couch with bags of food in each hand.
"This looks like an awful lot of food for two people." Rory said as she sat up on the edge of the couch and took the bag Logan held out to her.
"Well, I have training eating with Gimore's and I figured it was bette to be prepared. So I ordered double of everything plus two servings of tiramisu." he explained as he pulled various plastic to go containers out of the bag. Rory emptied her bag in a stack on t he table and then grinned.
"You're awfully sweet." Rory responded as she dug in the bottom of the bag for a fork. "They can say what they want about you Huntzburger, but you are awfully good at providing a good meal."
"Thanks...I think." Logan responded as he popped a styrofoam container open and sunk his fork into some carbonara.
As the two ate, they talked about the food, the tv show and other small talk. Once they were sufficently stuffed with pasta and dessert , they both leaned back on the couch. After a moment of silence Logan looked over at Rory. "Since it's still pretty early , what do y ou w ant to do?"
"In all honestly, I want to nap." Rory said plainly as she stifled a yawn .
Logan reached behind himself and grabbed a pillow laying it in his lap. "Well come here Ace. We can watch tv, and you can sleep. I'll catch up with my emails." He nodded towards his phone which was laying beside him on the arm rest.
Rory thought for a second. As much as she knew she should go crawl into the spare bedroom, the pillow in Logan's lap sounded and looked too inviting and comfortale for her to say no. She kicked her shes off and stretched out, laying her head softly on the plush throw pillow.
"I'm sorry I'm so lame" Rory said a few minutes later, her voice already heavy with sleep. By the time that Logan respondeed, she was already out cold. Logan watched her sleep for several silent seconds before picking up his phone and scrolling through what seemed like endless emails from people offering condolencens for the passing of his father. He wanted to believe that the sentiments were from their hearts, he had a hard time thinkinig that they were. Absentmindly he found his free hand running throgh Rory's hair. It was as if it were second nature.
Of course in some ways it was. That simple gesture was something that he had done thousands if not millions of times before. It had been something he had done to calm her down countless times before, but this time it seemd to be calming him down. She didn't seem to mind, of course she was also dead to the world.
"Whatcha doin?" a still half asleep voice asked nearly a half hour later.
Logan looked down at her and smiled. "I read about a billion bullshit emails saying how much Mitchum was going to be missed. Then I played with your hair and watched half an episode of Twilight Zone."
"Yeah, I wondered why you stopped." Rory said, a smile lazily playing on her lips.
"Oh, I was worried that I woke you up by doing it." Logan responded.
Rory shook her head minimally and laughed as she woke up a little more. "I only woke up when you stopped. I guess I'm still used to you doing it a lot." She shrugged the best she could while still in the laying position "Muscle memory or some other scientific term that I cant think of while I'm not fully awake." She pouted. "Not having coffe stinks."
Logan laughed. "Well did you at least have a good nap?"
"It was, until a certain blonde stopped playing with my hair." She said sticking her tongue out.
"Well whatever can I do to make it up to you?" Logan said teasing her.
Rory sat up and rubbed her eyes as she thought about it. She knew that there probably wasn't anything she could say that Logan wouldn't do for heer, but she didn't want to take advantage of him. "How about a movie?"
"Are you going to stay up for it?"
She laughed and looked at him. "I don't know, I can't make any promises."
"Well that's good enough for me." Logan said with a grin. "Pick a movie. I'm going to change into something more comfortale." he added before getting up off the couch and padding his way into his bedroom to change.