"Oh, yeah. Looooves me. I got to go to the Nuthouse."
He stopped walking, so Veronica looked the place over. It was nice on the outside, for a dorm. At least the City took its aesthetics seriously.
It's kind of hard to deal with the prestige that comes with being a City Institute employee.
Veronica grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled at it slightly, then let it go. "What? This isn't a trend-setting thing? Boy, is my face red."
So. Ex-boyfriend... current hand-holding partner... inviting her up to his room, empty of roommate. Veronica arched an eyebrow.
"Unchaperoned clothing change visits." Was that really going to stop her? When was the last time she'd been alone with Logan, anywhere? She'd been dodging it. Ever since Piz, and ever since Madison, really... things had gotten really strange. She remembered asking him, at the beginning, if this would ever get less weird, things between them.
But she'd dropped everything to come here, when she saw the paper. Everything. She'd smiled when he'd punched Sorkin in front of everyone in the food court.
She nodded at the door, prompting him to open it.
Veronica still wanted answers, and she intended to get them.