Logan closed the door behind the three of them, and Giselle glanced backward at him. She'd never been angry before. She wasn't sure what one was supposed to do when one was angry. Yell. She wanted to yell. She just couldn't bring herself to yell at Logan. It didn't seem right, not right at all, despite how badly he'd treated her very good friend. But he'd invited Thor into the cabin, and that was a step in the right direction.
Giselle didn't want to be angry. It felt awful. And she saw how it had affected Logan, too. A strange, unfamiliar part of her whispered (oh, so very quietly) that Logan deserved to feel uncomfortable after what he said to Thor, but that wasn't the majority of her heart. Sighing discontentedly, she resolved to talk with Logan later, when she didn't have her friend here.
For now, she deliberately stepped backward, slid her fingers into Logan's much larger hand, and held there. She didn't let go before moving toward the couch. She had really wanted Thor to meet Logan. She'd wanted the two to like each other. This was not the best of first meetings. Perhaps it could be salvaged...
She sat down on the couch across from Thor and smiled at him. "It's Logan's cabin," she said, beaming. "Isn't it wonderful? It's delightfully cozy, and the forest outside is filled with delightful creatures! The sunrise falls over the porch every morning, and at night, there's a valley that turns purple with the descent of the sun! I'm very happy here. I'm so glad you came, Thor!"
And then, because they hadn't actually formally been introduced, she turned to the man whose hand she'd claimed. "Logan, I want you to meet my friend Thor. And Thor, this is my Logan."