[ if it were anyone else, the movement before the contact would be enough to get her hackles raising and her claws popping out with a snikt, but this is logan and that reaction isn't needed. in fact, the hand to shoulder contact is almost welcomed to the point where a part of laura finds herself missing it when it disappears, the kindness in it reminding her of her mother and the handful of stolen moments they shared in her cell β a memory she's quick to bury lest it be tainted by all the bad things that came after. ]
[ she shifts a little then, what he says next causing her to lapse into her usual stoic silence, legs drawing up to her chest and arms wrapping around them. ]
I β¦ do not know.
[ more of a no than a yes. after all, if you were happy, you'd know it ]
no subject
[ she shifts a little then, what he says next causing her to lapse into her usual stoic silence, legs drawing up to her chest and arms wrapping around them. ]
I β¦ do not know.
[ more of a no than a yes. after all, if you were happy, you'd know it ]
Are you happy?