[ Logan is stone cold sober. There was a short period where he wasn't, when he first got dumped onto this planet alone, didn't know what the fuck was going on and thought, This is it. A stranger in a strange world all over again. Like Kitty said. He still doesn't have a clue what happened, but he does have Charles, Scottā€”the others. And they need him.
Wait. Does this guy know about the Sentinels? Logan peers at Wade. Is he from just before those damn things took on a life of their own? Or...?
All efforts to logic that out go flying when Wade just. Grabs at him, and the idiot's real lucky he's got the energy of an untrained dog jumping on your lap than an actual threat. The sort of energy that doesn't immediately trigger the clawsā€”but it does make Logan shove him back, hard enough to rock the seat and rattle the table. Coffee splashes over the mug's rim.
What the fuck. ]
Heyā€” [ Jesus. ] Do that again, you're gonna lose that fucking hand.
[ Anyway, whatever civility was growing between them evaporates in an instant. Logan crams the rest of the pancake in his mouth and grabs his jacket. He gives it a shake, then shrugs it on. He needs a hot shower. And some goddamn sleep. And to be alone without some handsy asshole who won't stop yapping.
(But somehow, for some reason, Logan still doesn't leave his ass. He could, but he doesn't. And he can't explain why. That itch every time Wade talks. Something about itā€”the voice, his eyes.) ]
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Wait. Does this guy know about the Sentinels? Logan peers at Wade. Is he from just before those damn things took on a life of their own? Or...?
All efforts to logic that out go flying when Wade just. Grabs at him, and the idiot's real lucky he's got the energy of an untrained dog jumping on your lap than an actual threat. The sort of energy that doesn't immediately trigger the clawsā€”but it does make Logan shove him back, hard enough to rock the seat and rattle the table. Coffee splashes over the mug's rim.
What the fuck. ]
Heyā€” [ Jesus. ] Do that again, you're gonna lose that fucking hand.
[ Anyway, whatever civility was growing between them evaporates in an instant. Logan crams the rest of the pancake in his mouth and grabs his jacket. He gives it a shake, then shrugs it on. He needs a hot shower. And some goddamn sleep. And to be alone without some handsy asshole who won't stop yapping.
(But somehow, for some reason, Logan still doesn't leave his ass. He could, but he doesn't. And he can't explain why. That itch every time Wade talks. Something about itā€”the voice, his eyes.) ]
We're done here. Let's go.