mess

[Logan Andrews]

"Trying to avoid them," I shrug, "How about you?"

[Arden Patricks]

"None that I really want to be thinking," I shrug. "So I kind of like your idea there."

[Logan Andrews]

"So...we're just going to sit here and not think then, huh?" I shrug again.

[Arden Patricks]

"Unless you have another idea," I shrug again. "Which I guess you wouldn't since you're avoiding thought."

[Logan Andrews]

"Yeah, no ideas, avoiding thought," I nod, "Guess it's the same on your end."

[Arden Patricks]

"Pretty much," I nod. "Except that thoughts keep showing up anyway; I don't know about you."

[Logan Andrews]

"Yeah, persistently," I agree.

[Arden Patricks]

"So I guess we're not so much avoiding thoughts as just avoiding acknowledging them?" I shrug yet again, then let go of his hand to go pace but regret it almost immediately.

[Logan Andrews]

"I suppose so..." I frown faintly, tilting my head to look at her when she starts to pace.

[Arden Patricks]

And after one brief circle I give up on pacing as well, instead just leaning back aginst the wall with my arms crossed. I can't think of anything to say now.

[Logan Andrews]

"That was short lived pacing," I comment unnecessarily.

[Arden Patricks]

"Well, pacing leads to thought and seems kind of silly when there's someone else in the room," I shrug, frowning slightly at nothing in particular.

[Logan Andrews]

"Fair enough," I murmur.
I would offer to leave again so she could pace, but we've already established that we're avoiding though. I'm also a little bit concerned about leaving the room, because my head seems to be worse when I'm on my own anyway.

[Arden Patricks]

I glance at him briefly, then shrug again. "Ah... speaking of which... would it be a bad idea for me to leave you alone?"

[Logan Andrews]

I shrug, mostly directed at the floor, because yes it probably would but it sounds just a bit pathetic.
"I think I'll be fine."

[Arden Patricks]

"Honestly?" I ask, glancing at him again, just to make sure. "Don't be an idiot about this, Logan."

[Logan Andrews]

"I'm not being an idiot," I mutter, but don't really back myself up because I can't say for sure, honestly.

[Arden Patricks]

"Well, good then. As long as you aren't." I nod firmly, biting my lip again.

[Logan Andrews]

"Good," I agree, just as firmly.
I wonder dimly if Rubalyn ever actually made it to Fitzy's and whether or not she's going to tell him anyway, because I don't think I'm really going to skin her children...even if she did tell him.
Ah, and that was exactly the kind of thought I was trying to avoid in the first place, so I end up grimacing for no apparent reason at the floor and tightening my hand into a fist at the same time.

[Arden Patricks]

"Annoyingly persistent thoughts?" I ask after a brief moment of debate whether to comment.

[Logan Andrews]

"Yes," I murmur, carefully concentrating on unclenching my the hand in question because it's something to concentrate on.
I wish she'd say something...I don't know...ramble about something. That'd be nice and distracting right about now.

[Arden Patricks]

"And I suppose you probably want to ignoring them, yes?" I ask, even though I'm curious. But I probably don't want to know, anyway.

[Logan Andrews]

"Very much so," I nod.

[Arden Patricks]

"Right," I nod, than have to stifle a yawn and shake my head. "I'm... going to get coffee."
There's really no point to saying this, but it fills up space and time.

[Logan Andrews]

"Alright then," I reply, shrugging.
I'm not sure if I'm supposed to follow her or not, but I do get up because it's a little weird and quite pointless to just sit in her room while she goes off.

[Arden Patricks]

As I'm passing by the bathroom I wonder abruptly if they've found the person's body yet, making me flinch.
How was everything perfectly fine less than half a day ago? I think, not noticing until I'm in the kitchen that Logan's behind me.

[Logan Andrews]

I stop in the doorway to the kitchen, so I'm less in the way, and look towards the window instead of her.
I guess it's sort of morning now. Weird.

[Arden Patricks]

I watch the coffee starting to brew for a minute, not really seeing it, before eventually turning around. "Something just occurred to me, and I don't want to talk about it but I think it might be kind of important."

[Logan Andrews]

"Alright," I say cautiously after a few seconds worth of pause, "Go on then."

[Arden Patricks]

I look down at the floor then, gripping the counter behind me. "... Whoever you tortured. Is he or she likely to know who you are?"