[ What damage can he do is a good fucking question. Annoyance aside, Logan's already moved past the accusation, doesn't appear interested in defending himself once she finally stops pushing him for answers he hasn't got. There's a scenario where she might've walked in on a worse picture, with a hell of a lot more blood and bodies, and it would've been him.
He doesn't need her to believe he's innocent. He's not.
And she doesn't owe him an answer, either. She's got every reason to be wary. He's still asking. He's asking because she is one of them in his eyes. However she might think of it, he can't see her as anything else. Different. The type of different that gets you captured and killed for no reason except that you exist.
They're out of pencils. Now he needs one. Damn it. He pulls open a drawer and scrounges up a shitty dried-out pen, figures it'll leave an imprint on the notepad. He scratches in seven digits: his number. The notepad spins around to face her.
Then he's halfway toward the exit. The offer's there. She can take it or leave it. Professor needs him back, anyhow. ]
no subject
He doesn't need her to believe he's innocent. He's not.
And she doesn't owe him an answer, either. She's got every reason to be wary. He's still asking. He's asking because she is one of them in his eyes. However she might think of it, he can't see her as anything else. Different. The type of different that gets you captured and killed for no reason except that you exist.
They're out of pencils. Now he needs one. Damn it. He pulls open a drawer and scrounges up a shitty dried-out pen, figures it'll leave an imprint on the notepad. He scratches in seven digits: his number. The notepad spins around to face her.
Then he's halfway toward the exit. The offer's there. She can take it or leave it. Professor needs him back, anyhow. ]
Just no detective questions, you hear?
[ He ain't answering more of those. ]