[ Summers looks like a kicked puppy somebody dunked in the tub, is what he looks like. Listen, Logan doesn't wanna hear anybody bitch about the heat when he's got a frame of pure metal inside his body.
He gets it. It's a lot. It's why he didn't wanna bring it up in the first place. What's it gonna do for Scott to know? For any one of them to know? The war didn't follow them to this world, wherever it is. He isn't sure what's happened to the war, actually. If there's a timeline where it's ongoing, if it's been erased out of existence for good. The way Charles explained it, if things worked the way they should, then that version of the future was never supposed to exist. But if that's true, then how does he explain Rogue?
Glad you always survive, says Scott, and Logan can only think: That makes one of us.
His gaze lingers on Scott's face, then drifts to the hand on his shoulder. Yeah. Sure. Maybe don't thank him yet 'til you get the full story. Still, he doesn't argue the sentiment, only grabs Scott's shirt off the pallet and pushes it against his chest. ] Just put your fuckin' clothes back on, will ya?
[ Jesus. No, he's not getting distracted. Mostly. Whatever.
He's going back to work. This is more words than he ever meant to exchange with Scott. It's easier not to feel like he's hiding something when they don't talk. He can tell himself they just haven't seen each other. Put it out of his mind. Except it's never entirely out of his mind, is it? Anyway, if Scott's got more questions about their bleak future, there's a slim chance Logan might keep answering, but the sense Logan's giving off is that he's pretty much done with the topic. ]
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He gets it. It's a lot. It's why he didn't wanna bring it up in the first place. What's it gonna do for Scott to know? For any one of them to know? The war didn't follow them to this world, wherever it is. He isn't sure what's happened to the war, actually. If there's a timeline where it's ongoing, if it's been erased out of existence for good. The way Charles explained it, if things worked the way they should, then that version of the future was never supposed to exist. But if that's true, then how does he explain Rogue?
Glad you always survive, says Scott, and Logan can only think: That makes one of us.
His gaze lingers on Scott's face, then drifts to the hand on his shoulder. Yeah. Sure. Maybe don't thank him yet 'til you get the full story. Still, he doesn't argue the sentiment, only grabs Scott's shirt off the pallet and pushes it against his chest. ] Just put your fuckin' clothes back on, will ya?
[ Jesus. No, he's not getting distracted. Mostly. Whatever.
He's going back to work. This is more words than he ever meant to exchange with Scott. It's easier not to feel like he's hiding something when they don't talk. He can tell himself they just haven't seen each other. Put it out of his mind. Except it's never entirely out of his mind, is it? Anyway, if Scott's got more questions about their bleak future, there's a slim chance Logan might keep answering, but the sense Logan's giving off is that he's pretty much done with the topic. ]