[ Let him help, like Logan isn't doing him a favour by getting this wrapped up quick. Logan's expression is exasperated, but not so annoyed he's changed his mind. His lips twist knowingly. ]
I promise I'll leave a note.
[ Sure. He'll stay. He doesn't ask where Scott's been tucking himself in at night. He figures one of the tents, maybe on a bench inside the garage. Doesn't matter; he can sleep anywhere. Temperatures have plunged, though the cold doesn't bother him none, even if the heat in the Scrapyard leaves plenty to be desired.
When Scott's cleared out some room for the next job, Logan hauls the Harley in. The frame might be busted, but the engine's not so bad. The Panhead's already been rebuilt once, he thinksā€”hardly looked fresh out of the factory by the time he got to her. If there's one upside, they might as well take advantage while she's apart and slap a few modifications in.
They work. Not without some bitching from Scott and grouching from Logan, but they make it a couple hours without a fistfight. Might've been unheard of two months ago. When the sky dims, Logan walks offā€”not far, just down the other end of the Scrapyard where a truck sits idle, grill balanced precariously on the flatbed.
He returns with three hotdogs and a handful of skewers: enough to feed either a party of four, or one man and a Wolverine. ]
I caught Charles penning some little invitations. [ There's no point in telling the Professor he can just send a text or make a call. The man will never do it. ] So expect one next week any day.
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I promise I'll leave a note.
[ Sure. He'll stay. He doesn't ask where Scott's been tucking himself in at night. He figures one of the tents, maybe on a bench inside the garage. Doesn't matter; he can sleep anywhere. Temperatures have plunged, though the cold doesn't bother him none, even if the heat in the Scrapyard leaves plenty to be desired.
When Scott's cleared out some room for the next job, Logan hauls the Harley in. The frame might be busted, but the engine's not so bad. The Panhead's already been rebuilt once, he thinksā€”hardly looked fresh out of the factory by the time he got to her. If there's one upside, they might as well take advantage while she's apart and slap a few modifications in.
They work. Not without some bitching from Scott and grouching from Logan, but they make it a couple hours without a fistfight. Might've been unheard of two months ago. When the sky dims, Logan walks offā€”not far, just down the other end of the Scrapyard where a truck sits idle, grill balanced precariously on the flatbed.
He returns with three hotdogs and a handful of skewers: enough to feed either a party of four, or one man and a Wolverine. ]
I caught Charles penning some little invitations. [ There's no point in telling the Professor he can just send a text or make a call. The man will never do it. ] So expect one next week any day.