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Are you angry, Robbie? It was a question he’d gotten often. Teachers who pulled him aside when his chest was heaving, bosses who called him into their office and took note of his tightly clenched fists, friends who put hands on the small of his back and tried to meet his eye. Are you angry? He’d always thought it was a stupid thing to ask. Why wouldn’t he be angry? Why wouldn’t he be raging and furious and pissed off? No one ever gave him any reason not to be. Are you angry, Robbie? The answer was always yes.

Hell hadn’t changed that. Shit, if anything, Hell had made it worse. He was angrier now than he’d ever been before, pissed off in more ways than he could count. He wanted to punch something, wanted to kill something, and luckily, he had the ability to do just that. A whole warehouse full of gangsters, a whole fucking room full of people the Rider figured deserved whatever was coming for them. Robbie didn’t leave a singly goddamn one of them alive. When it was all over, he sat on the table and gripped the edge, still seething as he looked over the room of smoking corpses. 

Hearing someone enter, he glanced to the door. No one the Rider wanted dead, it seemed. Robbie was almost disappointed. “You should go home,” he said, voice as gruff as it always was in those first few moments after his flesh burned back into place. “Nothing left for anyone here.”

@jameslogans​:  “Don’t you walk away from me.”

They hadn’t spoken since that day on the lawn. Scott didn’t know how to feel about it, didn’t know how to come to terms with the man he’d been arguing with for as long as he’d known him kissing him in the middle of one of said arguments. He definitely didn’t know how to feel about the fact that the kiss made his heart pound for hours, made his palms sweat and his throat dry. He’d been confused about his feelings towards Logan for as long as they’d been at each other’s throats, and the kiss certainly didn’t help matters.

Neither did Logan’s sudden reappearance in the mansion.

He was there for Laura, Scott was sure. Visiting her, making sure she was okay. He was there for Laura, or for Jean, or for Kitty, or for anyone in the world except for Scott because why would he care about Scott? Why would he want to see Scott at all, want to speak to him? Scott thought he was doing the other man a favor when he turned to walk away... but Logan’s anger echoing through the halls made him realize it wasn’t a feeling that went both ways.

Suddenly, Scott was angry, too. It rose up in his chest, and he wondered briefly if this was what Jean felt when the world caught fire and the Phoenix rose up from the flames because everything was burning. There was a hurricane raging behind his eyes, his breath caught in his throat as he looked Logan in the eye with a stormy glare. “Why? So you can be the one to walk away? What, you’re the only one allowed to show off the back of your head? Fuck you, Logan. You don’t get to disappear for months and then tell me not to go.” 

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