"I got here two days ago," Logan answered. He avoided the 'how' question for the moment, hoping she wouldn't press for details. But, knowing Veronica and her quest for every little bit of the truth, he knew that was well above and beyond wishful thinking. All the same, he wasn't sure he could bring himself to tell her that he'd been shot while looking for, and he definitely wasn't ready to confide his suspicions that they might actually be in some weird afterlife. Then again, he doubted that any afterlife he might end up in would contain Veronica. He wasn't that lucky or that good after all.
"My summer was great. I spent it singing songs at the beach about greased lightning," Logan said with a smirk. "You know us wacky kids and our singalongs."
Logan caught sight of his manager across the room, and looked at Veronica. He didn't want to take his eyes off her for even a second, worried that she'd fade away and end up being just another bizarre hallucination in this place.
"I need to tell my manager I'm taking off. I'll be right back, okay? Stay here" he emphasized.
He turned to walk away and froze, thought better of it, and then rushed back to her. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead. Any other situation might have called for restraint, for giving her her space. But this wasn't anywhere close to normal, and he was terrified that she wouldn't be there when he got back.
Thankfully, Veronica was still there after he'd talked to the manager. Logan returned to her, approaching a little more cautiously, self-consciously giving her the space that was needed until they had the chance to figure out where they stood again. He wasn't used to holding back when it came to Veronica, but he knew that she needed the chance to do things on her terms.