Yeah, well. [ Logan tosses the keys on the table. ] I travelled back fifty years, I can walk across the street.
[ A bother is the last thing the Professor ever is to him. Except when the man is being a pain in the ass, but that's not right now (yet). Besides, Charles has already looked into his head, knows a lot more about him than even he does, and it means he doesn't mind as much, the way people always see a little too much when they spend more than a night with him. When he's asleep and his walls crumble.
He squats by the mini-fridge and starts digging through it, coming up with one of those boxed sandwiches from the corner store and a semi-flat Coke. What? This is the best he's got, so. He slides it across the table toward Charles. For a second, he pauses. He doesn't usually say this sort of thing, often keeps it locked down tight, but. The years have been long. Real long. And as much as Charles hasn't lived through it, he knows the man's seen it. Seen it, felt it, understood it in a way that only Charles ever could. Through the eyes of another. Through his own eyes decades down the line. ]
Listen, Charles, you were the last person I wanted to see. [ Wait, he's not finished. ] 'Cause we needed you back home, keeping everybody together, and if I found you, it'd mean the plan failed. [ It means he failed. ] But you are here, and, uh, I dunno. I guess I'm glad it's you.
[ He is. He doesn't like what it impliesā€”all the things that must've gotten twisted for them to end up kicked wildly off courseā€”but the truth is, another part of him feels better with the Professor by his side, too. And yeah, he's well aware it doesn't go both ways. At least, that's what he figures. Charles has others he's closer with. More responsible. Easier to manage. All those things Logan isn't. Still, though. ]
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[ A bother is the last thing the Professor ever is to him. Except when the man is being a pain in the ass, but that's not right now (yet). Besides, Charles has already looked into his head, knows a lot more about him than even he does, and it means he doesn't mind as much, the way people always see a little too much when they spend more than a night with him. When he's asleep and his walls crumble.
He squats by the mini-fridge and starts digging through it, coming up with one of those boxed sandwiches from the corner store and a semi-flat Coke. What? This is the best he's got, so. He slides it across the table toward Charles. For a second, he pauses. He doesn't usually say this sort of thing, often keeps it locked down tight, but. The years have been long. Real long. And as much as Charles hasn't lived through it, he knows the man's seen it. Seen it, felt it, understood it in a way that only Charles ever could. Through the eyes of another. Through his own eyes decades down the line. ]
Listen, Charles, you were the last person I wanted to see. [ Wait, he's not finished. ] 'Cause we needed you back home, keeping everybody together, and if I found you, it'd mean the plan failed. [ It means he failed. ] But you are here, and, uh, I dunno. I guess I'm glad it's you.
[ He is. He doesn't like what it impliesā€”all the things that must've gotten twisted for them to end up kicked wildly off courseā€”but the truth is, another part of him feels better with the Professor by his side, too. And yeah, he's well aware it doesn't go both ways. At least, that's what he figures. Charles has others he's closer with. More responsible. Easier to manage. All those things Logan isn't. Still, though. ]