Logan wanted to pounce. He nearly pounced. But her voice broke all of that completely. All at once, it was the voice of Ororo Howlett. The woman who kept him from taking the strike to far. The woman that made him honest. The woman for which he settled down, raised three daughters, and spent months away from booze so he could spend the money on better things.

It was more than he could handle, even like this.

"... 'Roro." He looked away, ashamed. His claws retracted and then started to march off in the opposite direction, to one of the back rooms.