[ Now that he hasā€”unfortunatelyā€”become familiar with Scott's specific scent, he can smell him coming a mile away. Or from across the bar, at any rate, which means Logan distinctly doesn't look up or demonstrate any sign he's noticed the guy.
He lifts his glass, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. ] Was hoping I wouldn't.
[ Find Scott here, he means. He is sticking close, by the way. Just not close to Scott. Whatever, it's complicated. They shared a room for the night, got rid of him the next morning, and then not long after, the Professor took up residence next. Since then, Logan's been going through a pattern of working, going for a ride, bringing shit home for the two of 'em (three, if you include Rogue; sometimes four, with Scott), and he can't help feeling a little adrift. Scott doesn't know enough about what the hell's been going on; Logan's been avoiding filling him in for pretty obvious fuckin' reasons. Logan doesn't have a war to fight anymoreā€”not right nowā€”but there's no school, either. He thinks about Charles saying he'd hoped they weren't always gonna be soldiers. Truth is, Logan's not sure what else there is for him.
When he finally glances up at Summers, his brows wrinkle. Jesus, really? (Never mind that Logan's at a beach resort in a pair of jeans.) ] Yellow's not your color, bub.
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He lifts his glass, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. ] Was hoping I wouldn't.
[ Find Scott here, he means. He is sticking close, by the way. Just not close to Scott. Whatever, it's complicated. They shared a room for the night, got rid of him the next morning, and then not long after, the Professor took up residence next. Since then, Logan's been going through a pattern of working, going for a ride, bringing shit home for the two of 'em (three, if you include Rogue; sometimes four, with Scott), and he can't help feeling a little adrift. Scott doesn't know enough about what the hell's been going on; Logan's been avoiding filling him in for pretty obvious fuckin' reasons. Logan doesn't have a war to fight anymoreā€”not right nowā€”but there's no school, either. He thinks about Charles saying he'd hoped they weren't always gonna be soldiers. Truth is, Logan's not sure what else there is for him.
When he finally glances up at Summers, his brows wrinkle. Jesus, really? (Never mind that Logan's at a beach resort in a pair of jeans.) ] Yellow's not your color, bub.