Veronica was a patient, non-traditional woman. But even with all of that, her so-called boyfriend disappearing really did not do wonders for her.
It'd been a while now since everyone who'd gone missing had returned, and she still hadn't heard from Logan. Every day she didn't hear anything made her a little more certain it was time to cut him loose again, and a little more worried. Either something was really wrong, or he was... they were... returning to their relationship pattern. The one where they were off again, on again. The one with the pain.
Veronica didn't like either option, really.
She'd been a little more freed up in terms of time now that her co-workers were all back, and since River Tam was arrested. Her casework was returning to a normal intern-level workload. And that meant she got to leave at a normal time tonight.
She'd ordered a pizza and put on pajama pants when she'd gotten home, and she had a fist full of money when she heard the knock at the door, convinced it was going to be a round Italian man on the other side with a box full of comfort food.
When she opened the door and Logan was standing there instead, Veronica couldn't do more than blink at him for about thirty seconds.
"Hi," she said, brightly. "I'm Veronica. Who're you?"