History Repeats
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When Keith returned later that afternoon and found that Veronica looked no worse off than she did when he left, Keith decided not to make a big deal if Logan didn't leave immediately. By 9:00, Keith had all but passed out on the sofa and decided to call it an early night. He warned Logan that he would just be in his room, and not to try anything "funny". Then he kissed his daughter goodnight, told her to get some sleep because tomorrow was going to be a long day, and turned in.
Three hours later, Logan and Veronica were laying completely still her room listening to the sound of muffled voices and car alarms drift in from outside. Her head was on his shoulder and he could tell by her breathing that she wasn't asleep. Logan knew she wasn't interested in having a conversation as clearly as he knew that neither of them were going to get much sleep. She seemed content to bore a hole in the ceiling with her eyes and he was happy just being able to hold her.
Ever since her breakdown earlier in the afternoon, Veronica had been oddly quiet. Not in a bad, avoiding way, but just in a sullen, mourning haze. Logan was actually rather pleased to see it, because as far as he understood, it meant that she was at least beginning to deal with the whole thing instead of literally working around it. But just because he was happy to see her dealing with it didn't mean it was easy, and tonight was no exception. As the seconds ticked to minutes and into hours, Logan remained as wide- awake as Veronica. At times, listening to her casually sniffle, or covertly wipe away a brief bout of wayward tears, he had no idea how to help her. At one point he reminded her that tomorrow was going to be a rough day, and that she should get some sleep. Veronica nodded and told him that she'd keep that in mind. It wasn't until well past 4 that she finally dozed off, and he knew it wasn't a deep sleep either. He's not sure when he fell asleep, but by 6 he felt her jerk awake, and carefully untangle from his embrace. He knew she was already embarrassed from all the sobbing she had done in front of him, so he pretended not to hear her quiet crying as she padded off to the bathroom.
He reminded himself that this would get easier. To be honest, it wasn't much consolation at this point.
When Logan opened his eyes again, he turned to see Veronica dressed in a conservative, black outfit reading over her eulogy. She looked tired, but strong…in a way he only knew Veronica to be able to pull off. He knew she had steeled herself for this, that she had blocked off the range of emotions she was feeling to be able to get through today and all the suffering that was sure to go along with it. When she looked up at him he could see that she was not going to give in to the agony she was feeling. He looked into her eyes and softly grazed her face with his hands as he walked into the bathroom. Logan knew better than to break the silence, he knew she was barely even aware of his presence. Today Wallace held her full attention, and Logan was not about to steal her focus away from him.
