He'd hurt her. Logan's gut twisted. They seemed to fall into this pattern after awhile. Hurting each other. Logan hated himself for putting that look on her face, but he didn't know how to stop screwing up. Not when it came to her.
He had to explain to her. Even if it ended with her kicking him out, she had to know that this wasn't just a case of him losing himself in partying.
It was already hard to take time as seriously now. When you knew that you had forever stretching before you, a month apart didn't seem like so long. Not like it had in his mortal life. All the same, he understood that the perception hadn't changed for Veronica.
"I'm not going to eat any of your pizza," Logan said. He tried for a smile and failed. Pizza-or any food now-didn't sound appetizing. In fact, he was trying not to think about his one and only attempt at consuming human food and drink.
"Veronica, I was literally dropped off the face of the planet for some of that time. I'm sorry. Please let me come in. I just want the chance to tell you what's happened to me and then if you want me to, I'll leave."