[ By the time Karen speaks up again, Logan's finished up, wiping his hands on a dark-stained rag that must've once been an old t-shirt. He stretches forward to snag his beer. When she laughs, he cracks a small smile that soon flickers away.
A decade or two back, that might've been a yes. That's what he did. Drifted. Odd jobs all up and down the northern coast. He preferred those places where a man could walk into a bar and know exactly the kind of folks who're bound to be there, where if he left the place bloody, he wouldn't find much cause to give a damn. Where nobody'd miss him if he disappeared.
Ever since the X-Men, he's been doing something else. Has been something else altogether. Even when he's left, even when he tries to put it behind him, it's never entirely gone. He doesn't remember much to begin withā€”and truth is, the X-Men make up a pretty big chunk of what he does recall. They're some of the clearest memories he's got. ]
There was a war. The kind that's on your doorstep. [ The kind that follows you and hunts you down. ] So, all this, it's quiet, compared to that.
[ Now don't misunderstand, he's not okay with it. He's got questions. He's got shit he needs to take care of before it's too late. But this place, it doesn't take him out of it, doesn't make him feel any less safe than he's always felt everywhere he goes. That's just how it's always been for most of his life. Maybe that's the difference between them. ]
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A decade or two back, that might've been a yes. That's what he did. Drifted. Odd jobs all up and down the northern coast. He preferred those places where a man could walk into a bar and know exactly the kind of folks who're bound to be there, where if he left the place bloody, he wouldn't find much cause to give a damn. Where nobody'd miss him if he disappeared.
Ever since the X-Men, he's been doing something else. Has been something else altogether. Even when he's left, even when he tries to put it behind him, it's never entirely gone. He doesn't remember much to begin withā€”and truth is, the X-Men make up a pretty big chunk of what he does recall. They're some of the clearest memories he's got. ]
There was a war. The kind that's on your doorstep. [ The kind that follows you and hunts you down. ] So, all this, it's quiet, compared to that.
[ Now don't misunderstand, he's not okay with it. He's got questions. He's got shit he needs to take care of before it's too late. But this place, it doesn't take him out of it, doesn't make him feel any less safe than he's always felt everywhere he goes. That's just how it's always been for most of his life. Maybe that's the difference between them. ]