fleeing

[Arden Patricks]

I frown very slightly at the hollow sound of his laughter, noticing more and more how different he seems from the beginning of this conversation. I expected something more like pride at the fact that people are terrified of him, but he seems bothered by it. Getting back to normal, perhaps? If there is a normal where you're concerned?

[Logan Andrews]

I raise my eyebrow at her as she frowns, "What?"

[Arden Patricks]

I shake my head. "Nothing. You just seem... well, you seem a little more bothered by the fact that people don't like you than I would expect."

[Logan Andrews]

"It's not that I'm bothered, to use that word," I contemplate for a moment, tilting my head to one side, "It's just...well, I'm not really sure. I'm just having one of those uncertain spells, I suppose."

[Arden Patricks]

"Uncertain spells?" I ask, tilting my head at him. "Uncertain about what?"

[Logan Andrews]

"About everything," I shrug slightly, feeling odd about admitting it, "About what I do, why I do it, why I don't feel like everyone else does, I don't know. Most of the time I just really don't care but sometimes, I question it. Everybody questions things though."

[Arden Patricks]

"Yeah, I guess they do," I say slowly, looking at him differently now and unable to stop a smile at the thought that yes, maybe he is still Logan and not just some psycho. "Nothing wrong with questioning things," I shrug, looking down at the ground to hide my smile.

[Logan Andrews]

I can't help but look at her suspiciously as she starts smiling for no reason, immediately wanting to take back my admission, "What?" I say again.

[Arden Patricks]

"What what?" I ask, looking up at him and laughing slightly. "Did I say something odd?"

[Logan Andrews]

"You're all smiley..." A small grin flicks at the corners of my mouth, "And I don't know why."

[Arden Patricks]

"Same to you," I say almost accusingly, nodding to him. "And there's no particular reason," I shrug, deciding that maybe I don't really want to tell him that he seems a little less coldhearted than previously.

[Logan Andrews]

"I am not," I say quickly, immediately stopping myself, "And there is, you just don't want to tell me. I said something really stupid didn't I?"

[Arden Patricks]

"No, nothing stupid," I assure him, shaking him, shaking my head. "Just... I don't know. Sounding more like you. And you were too smiling. Don't deny it."

[Logan Andrews]

"More like me? I thought I always sounded like me," I say thoughtfully, then have to stifle another grin before it can take hold properly, "Wasn't smiling. Don't smile."

[Arden Patricks]

"Right...." I say, raising my eyebrows at him. "Sure you don't. And yes, maybe you do always sound like you. I dunno, you sound more like the you that I'm used to." I shrug.

[Logan Andrews]

"I don't," I protest, then add fairly, "If I can help it. Fine, sort of then. I don't know."
"The old me?" I raise an eyebrow, "That's new. Ha, pun, sorry."

[Arden Patricks]

I laugh briefly, then make a face at him. "Hate puns.... But yeah, the old you. And fine, don't smile if you don't want to...." I laugh again slightly. "And now I have some proof. Got into an argument the other day with someone who claimed that it's impossible to dislike smiling. I said it was perfectly possible but didn't have a specific example. But now, for future reference, I've got you. Thanks."

[Logan Andrews]

"I like puns, and I like irony. They amuse me," I nod, then smile slightly, reluctantly, "Look, smile, painful, makes my face hurt. You can use that as an excuse for your argument. Makes face hurt."

[Arden Patricks]

"To which I think his answer was that you're just not used to it," I shrug. "But fine... if it's painful don't do it. This is also why you should avoid puns, for they are painful. Irony's nice though."

[Logan Andrews]

"Ah, thanks," I nod, letting my face relax from the strained half grimace I'd been pulling in a substitute of a smile, "Puns aren't painful. Irony is good and so are puns."

[Arden Patricks]

"Puns are just silly, most of the time," I argue, shaking my head.

[Logan Andrews]

"Which is why they're so good. I like games, and I like silly puns," I nod, "They amuse me, which is important cos otherwise I get very bored."

[Arden Patricks]

And I don't want to know what someone like you does when he gets bored.
"Always had a short attention span, didn't you, Logan?" I say semi-teasingly, shaking my head. "You're still such a child, aren't you?"

[Logan Andrews]

I laugh softly, "Yeah, never progressed past age five maturity and attention span wise."

[Arden Patricks]

"And don't much care to change that, do you?" I ask, shaking my head again but smiling slightly. Then the 'age five' bit triggers a thought and I frown. "Logan, how long have we known each other? I've been wondering."

[Logan Andrews]

"Of course not," I agree, smiling very slightly, then I frown slightly, "You know I don't remember. I just know it's been a very long time."

[Arden Patricks]

"Well, that's very helpful," I mutter, then glance at him and smile slightly. "You smiled again by the way."

[Logan Andrews]

"Sorry," I say apologetically.

[Arden Patricks]

"For which bit?" I ask, laughing slightly. "The smiling or lack of helpfulness?"

[Logan Andrews]

"Whichever was more offensive?" I say, unable to stop a grin that's tugging at the edges of my lips now.