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Sheriff Don Lamb walks past Logan, into Veronica’s tiny apartment and Logan’s entire body fills with dread. He recognizes that look. He’s been on the receiving end of that look a lot recently. Aaron, Mom...Lilly. One glance at the battle light in Veronica's eyes, and he knows she’s not expecting it. She’s ready for quips, not devastation. So he sits next to her on her minuscule couch and waits.
As Lamb finishes his explanation and lets himself out, with a shockingly sincere, “I’m sorry,” Logan grips her hand. He watches her body slacken, the light leaves her eyes. He’s talking to her, but she’s not there. It’s been almost five minutes and he’s starting to panic.
“Veronica? Veronica? Come back to me.”
It’s a bit of a mantra for them, something they say when they’re ending their secret trysts. And of course, he started it. He’s always afraid hiding will become too much for her, that she’ll realize he’s not worth it, and change her mind. So he asks her to come back to him. Every time. And every time she says—
“Always.”