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November 1st, evening

[snikting]

[Logan came back from the draft at 9PM on the 31st. He was a wreck. His body had been severely depleted from constantly raging to the point where he'd lost the ability to walk. A ravaged body dealing with a disease and adamantium poisoning. It was a miracle he was even alive. The Logan that showed behind House 16, one foot in the chilly pool, did not look like the Logan his friends were commonly used to seeing. He had been weak. Starving. His skin had an unnatural color and so little strength.

He'd been on bedrest for nearly a full day when he finally woke up. He was alone at the time. Just long enough to figure out what had happened. Or what he assumed happened. He left out the window for a long, long walk to think. And smoke. His trip took him straight into the woods, out of interest of avoiding people. In the woods, he eventually released his anger and frustration on the trees. It was fortunate the wolf spirit was not around, because he paid little mind to the destruction he was creating. It was rare he ever felt as helpless as he had during that draft. Frankly, it pissed him off.

But as evening set in, he finally came back. He may not have been good at expressing himself or apologizing, but he always came back eventually. But it was with no fanfare. No checking up on the others. He went home, he found some leftovers in the fridge and a beer, and went back outside to eat on the porch. Cold air or not.]

[calmbeforethe]

[Ororo had been worried when she checked on Logan, and found an empty bed, an open window. She knew that was just how Logan was, a man who needed his solitude. But after the week they'd just had, she was more than a little concerned.

But he would come back, he always did. So they made sure there was food and beer where he could find them in the kitchen, thinking he had to be hungry at least. It's when Ororo feels like making some evening tea that she sees the both the food and the beer have disappeared.

She takes a cup of tea with her when she goes looking for him. When she finds him outside on the porch, she hangs back by the door knowing he would have sensed her presence before she even spoke up.]

Logan. It's good to see you up and about.

[snikting]

[Of all the things he remembered, Logan keenly remembered hurting Ororo. His eyes flickered towards where he had cut her, half expecting it to still be bleeding. Of course, it wouldn't be. But he'd been so out of control, unable to control himself. It was worse than the chip in his head.

His eyes drifted to the ground again.]

I'm a quick healer.

[calmbeforethe]

[One thing Ororo truly appreciated about Luceti was the way healing worked in this place. It was quick, efficient and barely left a mark. As it was, there wasn't even a trace of the cut on her arm.]

[But she keeps her distance, thinking perhaps that what Logan needed right now was some space.]

Usually, yes.

[That wasn't the case, this last week. She thinks that the image of Logan, pale as death and weaker than a kitten, would be one she'd be carrying with her for quite a while.]

[snikting]

[He'd been in and out of it after the cure to realize he was in pretty bad shape. Not that he wants to really talk about that. In all honesty, he's recovered from so much worse. Thing he wouldn't tell the other X-Men about.]

Previous circumstances withstanding. [A pause.] I guess you already know that I wasn't myself back there.

[calmbeforethe]

[She nods. She knew that now, of course. But he'd attacked her before they even knew about the virus. At the time it happened, she didn't know what to think.]

Of course. [She smiles briefly, almost wryly.] It is good to have you back. You missed all the excitement of the last week.

[snikting]

That right? Cuz I heard I was there. Even if I don't exactly recall it.

[Memory loss. Again. It was becoming an unsettling pattern.]

[calmbeforethe]

[She shakes her head simply.]

That was not you, so it does not count.

[snikting]

It was my body, 'Ro. That counts enough.

[He'll make allowances for some things when you lose control. But he shouldn't have lost control on her. Not when he could still think.]

[calmbeforethe]

You were under the influence of something you could not control. [Finally she comes forward to sit next to him on the porch, a respectable distance between them, cup of tea still in her hands.] None of us could have predicted or prepared for anything like it. It was not your fault.

[snikting]

[He lets out a growl of frustration. He's not angry. But he's trying to apologize, in his own non-apologetic way. She's not making it easy.]

Look, Ororo. For me, it counts. Understand?

[calmbeforethe]

[Well, what else could she say to that? She glances at him curiously at that growl, before looking back to her tea.]

Whatever the case, it's in the past now. We are here, alive and well, are we not? It's all right.

[She takes a sip.]

... Of course, I would rather not go through it again if we can help it. I know it wasn't pleasant to have a few thousand volts of electricity coursing through your skeleton. [She gives him an apologetic smile; there, see. he can have an apology right back!]

[snikting]

It ain't the first time it's happened to me.

[A snort as he spares a glance at her.]

Thanks for that. You put me down before I could do some real damage.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue was on her way back from town with a mission accomplished: One bottle of whiskey, achieved. She'd checked in on Logan last night, and a few times during the day when she hadn't been able to sleep, never actually approaching his bed.

One of the times, he'd not been there. And it was only after that when she'd given up and gone to the bar. All she wanted to do was sleep and not think for a little while longer.

He was okay.

And that was doubly proven when she came back and saw him sitting on the porch, "Logan!"

[snikting]

He ripped the last of the meat away from some cold chicken rummaged from the fridge. It may have been from before the draft. But after so long without eating, he was far from picky. He was about to down it with some beer when Rogue showed up.

There was a brief image that flashed in his mind. An expression of shock, pain, and betrayal written all over her face. Along with a sound. A sickening sound of flesh being cut through, easily and instantly.

His entire body tensed for a moment.

"Hey, kid."

[touchofrogue]

She rushed a few steps towards him and then stopped, still three to four paces away. "Hey."

And suddenly, all the awkward. And she stared at him like she was trying to replace the memory of him, pale and poisoned and wasted from within, though she had a terrible feeling that image would never fade.

[snikting]

"That from the bar?"

He nodded towards the bottle she had. It obviously was. But it was more an invitation to talk about something more mundane .

[touchofrogue]

She was embarrassed by him seeing it - a sign of weakness. She shrugged, "Yeah. Couldn't sleep. So I decided I'd cheat today."

[snikting]

"Hmm." He leaned back a bit before pulling his beer up, so the other side of the stairs were no longer taken up. "There enough to go around?"

[touchofrogue]

"I'm sure not gonna drink the whole bottle," she smiled a little, but was still hesitant to come closer.

[snikting]

"Good. Not that I ain't willing, but I'd prefer not scrapin' you off the floor."

Not did he have any desire to see her hugging a toilet like it was her best friend.

[touchofrogue]

"Heh. No one loves a drunk in the mornin'," she said, cautiously edging closer. Carefully, Rogue came to sit on the step on the very opposite end of him.

"I'll top off your mug."

[snikting]

Logan lifted his bottle, the top cut cleanly off, and nearly empty at this point. It served as well as any cup might at this point. But he was silent. Ether there was nothing to say or just too much of it. He preferred the former.

[touchofrogue]

...well. She uncorked the bottle and poured some into his bottle.

Rogue eyed the bottle of whiskey and just brought it up to her lips for a quick swig. It burned going down and she turned to look at Logan.

...well. If he didn't like her question, she'd lived through being skewered once. "How're ya feelin'?"

[snikting]

"Probably better than everyone else who came back."

Benefit of his healing factor. Physically, he was as fit as ever. Granted, it spoke nothing of how he felt.

But he never talked about feelings.