[ Logan leans against the half-cleared pallet. His gaze is fixed on Scott. For once, he doesn't take the bait, preoccupied with his thoughts. ]
She's not a mutant. [ He unscrews the cap on his water bottle. The flimsy plastic crinkles. ] Far as I know.
[ It isn't always easy to tell, but from what she's said, from how she reached for her sidearm and not her powers when she was attacked, his instincts lean toward human. Point is, for all the shit he gives Scott about community, the word does mean something to him. Being a mutant means something to him. The divide is pretty clear. Never been more clear than it was during his time. And he knows the good ones are out there, he does. Be nice if Karen's one of them. But the reality is, nobody can say for sure 'til that box opens.
He hasn't opened it yet. To Karen, he's merely a guy who fixes bikes and works odd jobs. Spent a good chunk of time in Westchester. That's all she's learned about him. He hasn't decided yet if he wants to bring her deeper into...all thisā€”the people who are his family, his community, whatever you wanna call it.
He likes her. There's things he wants to tell her. He's also got his priorities, and his own kind? They come first.
Speaking of. He slides his fiftieth fucking crate off the wooden slats. What's this about Scott making friends? ] Who've you got your Cyclops eye on?
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She's not a mutant. [ He unscrews the cap on his water bottle. The flimsy plastic crinkles. ] Far as I know.
[ It isn't always easy to tell, but from what she's said, from how she reached for her sidearm and not her powers when she was attacked, his instincts lean toward human. Point is, for all the shit he gives Scott about community, the word does mean something to him. Being a mutant means something to him. The divide is pretty clear. Never been more clear than it was during his time. And he knows the good ones are out there, he does. Be nice if Karen's one of them. But the reality is, nobody can say for sure 'til that box opens.
He hasn't opened it yet. To Karen, he's merely a guy who fixes bikes and works odd jobs. Spent a good chunk of time in Westchester. That's all she's learned about him. He hasn't decided yet if he wants to bring her deeper into...all thisā€”the people who are his family, his community, whatever you wanna call it.
He likes her. There's things he wants to tell her. He's also got his priorities, and his own kind? They come first.
Speaking of. He slides his fiftieth fucking crate off the wooden slats. What's this about Scott making friends? ] Who've you got your Cyclops eye on?