[ New York, huh? That fits. From what he's seeing, it fits.
Logan takes a beat when the question bounces back to him. Funny, when that's how these exchanges go; he knew she'd ask him, too, but he still has trouble coming up with an answer he wants to give. DC? Northern China? Nineteen-seventy-fucking-three? Jesus, it sounds insane, laid out that way. ]
Westchester. Settled there the longest before...
[ He plucks a razor off the rack for himself and lets her fill in the blanks. Before they rounded up every mutant they could for extermination. Before he was sent fifty years into the past. Before he landed on this godforsaken planet. He suspects she might see it, how it doesn't entirely line up, how nothing about him screams he's the kinda guy who'd hang out in Westchester, of all places, never mind live there. How there's more he obviously isn't saying.
He's not pretending otherwise. Figures if she wants to dig, she can dig. Maybe he'll even decide if he wants to offer more or not.
He could ask what she remembers before she crashed into this dimension. So far, nobody's got a damn clue. (At least he's not the only one having recall problems, for once.) But like her, he doesn't want to disturb the pocket of normalcy that's suddenly sprung up. It's not as though he needs it or anything. God knows his life's been one chaotic bullshit incident after another. Justโa short break from it all isn't the worst thing. Bet she could use the same. ]
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Logan takes a beat when the question bounces back to him. Funny, when that's how these exchanges go; he knew she'd ask him, too, but he still has trouble coming up with an answer he wants to give. DC? Northern China? Nineteen-seventy-fucking-three? Jesus, it sounds insane, laid out that way. ]
Westchester. Settled there the longest before...
[ He plucks a razor off the rack for himself and lets her fill in the blanks. Before they rounded up every mutant they could for extermination. Before he was sent fifty years into the past. Before he landed on this godforsaken planet. He suspects she might see it, how it doesn't entirely line up, how nothing about him screams he's the kinda guy who'd hang out in Westchester, of all places, never mind live there. How there's more he obviously isn't saying.
He's not pretending otherwise. Figures if she wants to dig, she can dig. Maybe he'll even decide if he wants to offer more or not.
He could ask what she remembers before she crashed into this dimension. So far, nobody's got a damn clue. (At least he's not the only one having recall problems, for once.) But like her, he doesn't want to disturb the pocket of normalcy that's suddenly sprung up. It's not as though he needs it or anything. God knows his life's been one chaotic bullshit incident after another. Justโa short break from it all isn't the worst thing. Bet she could use the same. ]