[ Logan's gaze is fixed on Karen for a long moment. She is wrong, is the thing. He wishes it did, wishes he could see it as a way to start over, and if he was the only one around, he could tell himself that's what this was. Let the X-Men do their thing back home. Take himself out the picture. If that's what it means to make the world better, who's he to argue? He's not exactly vital to their fight against the worst of humanity. Charles was the lynchpin that held them together.
But Charles is here. Scott is here. And that means somewhere, something's not right at all.
That'd be one confession too many for the night, though. Maybe she can read his silence for what it is, anyhow.
He glances at his bike, then back at the ground between his feet. ] Not too rusty with trucks, either.
[ Is it an offer? A move? Hell if he knows, but his phone buzzes before the door opens too wide. Whoever it is, it seems to get Logan moving, picking up the oil-stained pan and the rag as he stands. ]
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But Charles is here. Scott is here. And that means somewhere, something's not right at all.
That'd be one confession too many for the night, though. Maybe she can read his silence for what it is, anyhow.
He glances at his bike, then back at the ground between his feet. ] Not too rusty with trucks, either.
[ Is it an offer? A move? Hell if he knows, but his phone buzzes before the door opens too wide. Whoever it is, it seems to get Logan moving, picking up the oil-stained pan and the rag as he stands. ]
See you around?