#reply:logan

Did he want company? Not particularly. Well, not if it was anyone else, at least. But Lorna? He took a drag of his cigar, exhaled the smoke from between his lips, out his nose. After a moment, he finally answered, "Sure." He finally said, then drew the cigar back up to his lips, "Didn't think you'd be awake yet." Barely past 5am, standing outside in the bitter morning air. Logan never slept soundly, but last night had been especially rough. When he'd woken up for what must have been the dozenth time that night, he checked the time and decided it wasn't worth trying to settle back in. He needed to get outside, do a bit of heavy smoking, and maybe, if that wasn't enough, he'd go back in and grab himself a cold beer. Or something harder. He wasn't sure yet.

“I know, darlin’. I know.” He wasn’t going to deny that this was a bad situation. He also knew, however, that she hadn’t meant any real harm. She was trying to protect people and sometimes... well, sometimes that came at a price, whether an intentional one or not. But he knew that fact better than most, he supposed. When she gripped his arm, he reached out with his other one to pull her against himself in an attempt at comfort. Did she mess up everything? Well, this was certainly a mess. Even so, “No.” He assured her, or tried to at least. This wasn’t going to be easy to just swipe under the rug or explain away, and there was no doubt going to be repercussions- that was the part that worried him most, “You’re alright, Lorna.” He offered her again, “We’ll figure this out, okay? We’ve gotta get you to calm down first, though. Can you do that for me?”

"I know ya will, darlin'." Even the worst of his extensive injuries were nearly healed already, despite the fact that the fight had only just ended. He cupped her face in his hands- dirty from the wreckage around them, from the battle of moments ago- and leaned in to press his forehead against hers, "Just don't go gettin' hurt on my account. Alright?" Because she could have. She had fought to protect him when he was down, but if it ever came to it... her life meant a hell of a lot more than his. Besides, he could recover from damn near anything. A blessing and a curse, "You alright?" He asked, pulling back just enough to get a good look at her, checking for injuries.

Well, that wasn’t the kinda day he had in mind. He knew that Lorna had informed Erik of their relationship, but he’d done a pretty damn good job thus far of avoiding actually talking to the guy since then. But he got why Lorna’d wanna change that, even if Logan wasn’t quite so optimistic about her father accepting them or even beginning to. He gave a sigh, “Alright. I’ll tag along.” He wasn’t doing it as reluctantly as it seemed, though. He wasn’t afraid of Erik or anything, he just knew this wasn’t likely to go well. Or maybe it’d be the exact opposite and go better than he thought? Experience told him not to hold his breath. He walked over to Lorna, wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressed his lips against her shoulder, “I’m not gonna pretend I’m lookin’ forward to it.” He admitted, never one to shy away from saying the truth, “But I know this means a lot to you.” And if it meant a lot to her, then he supposed it meant a lot to him, too. He held her for a few more seconds, letting his fingers brush the soft skin of her stomach, before he finally pulled away, “I even promise to behave myself... assuming he does the same.” He followed his words with a small chuckle then gave her bottom a quick pat with a large hand before walking away to get the shower started for them.

He gave a small grunt at her words, finally sitting up in bed so he could watch her get dressed, "Sure you can't spare a few more minutes?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. If Lorna had to leave, then she had to leave, "Lunch? 'Course, darlin', we can get lunch later."