( it feels like business, and she thinks that it probably helps. it's not like he ever tasked her with watching over the gym, but desperately searching for something that didn't look like violence to keep herself occupied, there wasn't really any other option.

laura doesn't turn entirely towards him, side on but glancing over in his direction before her eyes fall back to the edge of the rooftop. she takes a few steps closer, to peer down at the street, and by the time she decides to turn around and face him head on, she-

doesn't actually feel an awful lot better. )

Good.

( she should be happy. she should be overjoyed actually, because losing logan a second time had been hard. especially here, when there are so few people that she actually trusts. laura should be relieved — and she is, she thinks, but it's not that simple. she's barely processing that loss, and it's a lot. )

One of the windows was broken a few days ago. It did not look like anything important was taken, but it was hard to tell.