Oh no, Logan, ignoring your feelings is a very bad idea, it's ok to feel a bit shaken after everything. You should tell someone what happened, even if it's just so everyone is aware of the situation - Blossom Pixie
Logan gave him one of his Grr-I’m-a-scary-nerd glares and Roman rolled his eyes. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.
“Really?” Logan asked, sounding unamused. “You as well?” The turn signal lever flicked in reprimand. “I do not want to talk.”
“You’re avoiding your feelings.”
“I have no feelings on the subject that need to be avoided,” Logan insisted with a stubborn turn to his lips.
“Uh huh,” Roman replied skeptically. He waited then for a few seconds, watching Logan expectantly. There was no way that he’d be able to sit in the silent judgment without spitting out a self-defensive blather.
“It is not a valid reason to be upset,” Logan told Roman after a moment.
“Specs... you killed someone. That’d mess anyone up.”
“She wasn’t alive,” Logan snapped. “It...” he said quieter. “You could tell she wasn’t alive and not like Thomas or a vampire isn’t alive. She...” he trailed off.
“Justifiably desecrated a corpse then,” Roman said. Logan scoffed. “Still could fuck someone up.”
Logan shrugged. “It’s not the first dead body I’ve seen,” he said. “Did you... have you ever seen a corpse with its eyes open?”
Roman felt an immediate spike of bile as his shoulders went tense, an image ingrained in his memory flashing across his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, swallowing hard, “yeah I have.”
“You can tell they’re dead,” Logan said. “The way their eyes look at nothing and their face is lax. She was like that. She was moving, but her face was,” he paused, his head nodding up and down as though answering a question in his head. Roman wasn’t even sure if he noticed himself doing it, “like that. She was under a freezer. If she had been alive, she would have been in pain. She wouldn’t have been able to breathe. I wonder if she became that before or after...” There was a moment’s pause. “I was right to do it,” he said.
“You were,” Roman agreed. Of course, Roman had not been there, but at the end of the day, Roman trusted Logan to make the correct decision when faced with something like that. Logan slumped in the seat. “We should go to sleep,” Roman said. “Get changed out of that horrible horse shirt and come to bed.”
Logan smiled then with a glint in his eye that Roman recognized even if it was one he rarely saw. “Speaking of the shirt, I got you a present,” he said.
“Oh, god, you didn’t,” Roman groaned. “No. I refuse to wear that blight upon fashion.”
“You will not have a choice,” Logan said.
“Ugh.”
The pen stood up and wrote a quick question mark on the piece of paper.
“I got him a matching horse shirt that Patton will insist he wears,” Logan replied with a grin. “I also got you a present,” he said. He reached into the pocket of the sweats he was wearing and slapped something down on the console between him and Roman.
Roman chocked out a laugh when he recognized the Ghost Busters bumper sticker. The pen went flying at Logan’s face and was quickly followed by the piece of paper and the bumper sticker itself.
Thomas is open for questions.
Roman is open for questions.
Patton is open for questions.
Logan is open for questions.
