"Logan!" In the instant that he fell, Veronica turned toward him, her instincts warring with themselves: go to Logan and help him or lash out, attack, defend. She stepped in his direction, but already he was rising, and her anger was overriding all the lessons she'd worked so hard at, lessons she'd started taking in the event of something like this.
Whirling toward Aaron, she strode closer, not knowing what she would do but wanting to make it count. Don't touch him seemed like a poor choice of words in retrospect - almost a challenge - and for the first time in a good long while, Veronica Mars' words failed her. She hesitated, forced herself not to draw back. Eyes fixed on Aaron, her voice hard, she said, "Logan, come on. We're leaving."
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Date: 2007-10-19 07:01 am (UTC)Whirling toward Aaron, she strode closer, not knowing what she would do but wanting to make it count. Don't touch him seemed like a poor choice of words in retrospect - almost a challenge - and for the first time in a good long while, Veronica Mars' words failed her. She hesitated, forced herself not to draw back. Eyes fixed on Aaron, her voice hard, she said, "Logan, come on. We're leaving."