*** Logan's POV ***
Hanging up the phone, Logan has the feeling that he's being watched. He turns his head just in time to see the bathroom room quietly close. Veronica had been watching him and that knowledge makes a broad smile spread across his face, which instantly makes him look younger and less jaded by life.
Ever since he had shown up at Veronica's door asking for her help, Logan had felt like the winds of change had started to blow through Neptune.
Part of him had been utterly amazed that, after the past year - after things he's said and done - Veronica hadn't slammed the door in his face. There was a small part of himself - which he kept hidden from everyone, a version of himself before Lily was murdered - that knew she wouldn't. He was counting on the reasoning that if this version of himself was still there lurking beneath the layers of pain and regret, then the same could be true of Veronica.
Somewhere buried beneath her bad-ass-take-no-prisoners attitude was the version of Veronica from before. The one that would do anything for a friend in need. That small and mighty force of nature that had taken care of them all.
When Veronica didn't slam the door in his face, Logan knew that the old Veronica, his Veronica, was still in there. And that despite everything, she was still his friend.
From that moment on things started changing between them. Changes so small that he'd hardly noticed them at first. Instead of scanning the hallway for Veronica to make some cutting comments about rumors of her loose virtues (which he knew was a lie - since he had started them) or a barb about her missing-in-action-drunken-mother (which he really regrets given that he was projecting a lot of that), he now sought her out to not only to see if there was any news about his own M.I.A drunken mother, but also because he knew Veronica would be the only person who would truly understand what he's going through. They are, after all, rubbing elbows sitting side by side in the same boat. For more than just the mommy issues, really.
And the changes were coming from her as well. She makes eye contact with him in class not to shoot daggers or looks of disdain, but to laugh at his jokes or share a knowing look. There's even been times when they walk down the hall together - sometimes talking, sometimes not - as if it's no big deal, while everyone watches waiting for a punch line that's not coming.
Logan realizes that he's been standing there staring at the bathroom door, thoughts focused on the tiny blonde behind it and shakes his head. He can't let himself think too much into it, can't let his hopes - ones he didn't even know he still had - get out of control.
For now, he was just going to go day by day, heck hour by hour where Veronica Mars was concerned. In this next hour, Veronica had agreed to have breakfast with him.
And that was enough.