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there were a few things the old mutant knew for certain. one: he was, historically, a bad father. two: he hated mind control or altering of any sort. three: mind control or no, he was awful at comforting people. all these things rang very true in the old man’s mind as his son approached. his only reaction was a small sigh and nod. he deserved it, “you know i wasn’t thinkin’ straight. none of the town was. I’m sorry.”

“i’m - i’m sorry-” it’s an apology WRENCHED from within her as realization dawns across her face, the claws that she had almost put to his throat in sheer terror retracting, with some hesitation, a step taken to put a respectable amount of space between them, once more. there’s a mess in the main room of his cabin that makes it obvious victoria hadn’t slept, the night before - a shelving unit purposely shoved aside so that she could huddle in the space between it and the wall, knives from the kitchen that she didn’t need resting in the makeshift nook. the minute he had stepped inside, she had taken what was almost a leap ; sure that it was VICTOR, sure that she needed to protect herself, and her heart was racing - fear absolutely palpable. “i thought -… victor. he was here, last night - he was trying to get inside, and you were at the party…- he was here, logan.”

it was admittedly difficult to take logan by surprise. somehow though, victoria never failed at that. of course, relief coursed through him as he realizes she is the only one here, her words confirming his fears: she had been affected by the mist, and he’d been no where near. before the guilt could take over, he focuses on helping her now that he can. he takes a deep breath in through his nose, inhaling the stench of fear with a mix of half-bloomed appalachian trees after a fresh storm, pausing a moment. he lets the breath out with a shake of his head, “he wasn’t here. you thought he was, but he wasn’t. that storm wasn’t natural, and that mist was some sorta poison,” he made short work of the explanation, not showing the irritation he felt at the unknowns in the situation, “people were seein’ things, actin’ funny,” logan sighs with a shake of his head, “i’m sorry i didn’t come. but victor wasn’t here. i don’t smell him anywhere,” a short pause, and the faintest of smirks passes by his lips, “he reeks.”

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"thanks for havin' my back, Quire," Logan growled, though in truth didn't expect anything different. In truth, any mention of the mist made him rather... grumpy, to put it simply. he detested that his guard had been down and he’d been rather useless in all. he was also still dealing with the fallout with his family. so, logan doesn’t hold back on the side glare, “yeah yeah, i got my head messed up. buncha good you were.”

Blayze was already bored of cleaning up some debris around town. He decides to start making some fun as he used a spell to float some glass, and a large piece of wood into the dumpster. His gaze looks over at Logan. “How long do we have to do this? Where do you get your plaid shirts? I’m really glad we’re doing this together. How are you doing on your end?” Blayze realizes that he was asking a lot of questions, but can’t help it. [ @wclvie ]

though this had been a very good example of a rough week, logan resolved himself to helping the cleanup, a much-needed distraction. of course, having a living question machine with him was proving to be... well, distracting was an understatement, “we gotta get the job done,” a vague answer, but it was true. his face twists into confusion as the boy continues, looking down at his flannel, “i think one’a my kids got me this one?” the rapid fire keeps coming, and finds the slightest bit of amusement from him now. logan picks up his own large piece of wood, quite easily, and maneuvers it into the dumpster, “don’t you worry ‘bout me kid, you just don’t wear yourself out.”

Rhea Theresa felt paralyzed by fear and confusion. They wandered the halls of the school, having found the lecture hall they woke up in had only made things worse. Their own phone had been dropped and shattered when it went off. Seeing Logan, they stopped. “Dad?” They asked. “Where are we? What’s going on?” 

logan smiled at the sight of rhea in front of him, “well hey there!” he greets them with a chummy wave, though tilts his head to the side as he picks up on their distress. he also blinks at the title, DAD, not something he expected rhea to call him... but it certainly only elevates his happiness, “yeah?” it takes him a moment to not stare with surprise, and even though the euphoria somehow feels elevated, he is careful not to smile at their distress, “we’re in the school, darlin’. it’s alright, there’s just a storm. nothin’ to get all worked up over.”

Storm and Wolverine + height difference in Storm #2 (2015) for arseniccupcakes