[ Logan stares at Scott. A second passes. Two. His heart beat thumps twice between his ears. Then he lets go. Maybe it says something that he doesn't bother putting up a fight, just brushes past Scott's shoulder and grabs a different box.
Since what. Since what. Since Jean died? Since the school went under? Since Rogue disappeared? Since they buried Hank?
He doesn't want to say it. It's not about Scott. He hasn't talked to anyone. What the hell for? What's it gonna do? And Scott's the last person he wants to confide in.
He disappears around the other side of the shelf, shrouded by his silence. He's not dicking around with Scott anymore, and he's not giving him shit. Doesn't even seem angry with him, either. Truth is, if he could walk out, he would've. Actually? He's still thinking about it, job be damned. ]
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Since what. Since what. Since Jean died? Since the school went under? Since Rogue disappeared? Since they buried Hank?
He doesn't want to say it. It's not about Scott. He hasn't talked to anyone. What the hell for? What's it gonna do? And Scott's the last person he wants to confide in.
He disappears around the other side of the shelf, shrouded by his silence. He's not dicking around with Scott anymore, and he's not giving him shit. Doesn't even seem angry with him, either. Truth is, if he could walk out, he would've. Actually? He's still thinking about it, job be damned. ]