[ he doesn't pull all the bullets out, but what he manages to extract is more than enough in his books. he stays in the bathroom for a lot longer than he needs to be, fingers gripping the edge of the basin. waiting for that inevitable stitching of skin to patch himself together, he knows he's going to be in the bathroom for a long, long time if his intent is to wait until he's brand new before leaving. ]
[ when he hears the television turn on, he figures he can't hide in the bathroom forever. he pulls one of the shirts she's brought back for him on, ignoring the sting and awful twist of his skin, and finds that the colour does nothing for him at all. although, it wouldn't compliment him regardless. logan's the type of guy to wear leather, plaid, and then a wife beater if nothing else suits. wearing a dark blue is more cyclops' style. ]
[ steps tentative when he leaves the bathroom, it's still obvious that he hasn't quite healed. there's a slight limp, like he's trying to press his weight to somewhere other than his own body. when he sits on the bed's edge, it's slow. ]
Getting there. [ slowly — incredibly slowly for the incredibly impatient, like him. he looks at the television screen, eyes narrowing somewhat as he tries to guess what the hell it is she's occupying herself with. he needs his glasses, or something to make the world appear sharper. looking at her, he adds, ] I'll be okay. [ he cocks his head to the food in her hand, ] You get one of those stupid toys?
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Date: 2017-04-13 12:35 pm (UTC)[ when he hears the television turn on, he figures he can't hide in the bathroom forever. he pulls one of the shirts she's brought back for him on, ignoring the sting and awful twist of his skin, and finds that the colour does nothing for him at all. although, it wouldn't compliment him regardless. logan's the type of guy to wear leather, plaid, and then a wife beater if nothing else suits. wearing a dark blue is more cyclops' style. ]
[ steps tentative when he leaves the bathroom, it's still obvious that he hasn't quite healed. there's a slight limp, like he's trying to press his weight to somewhere other than his own body. when he sits on the bed's edge, it's slow. ]
Getting there. [ slowly — incredibly slowly for the incredibly impatient, like him. he looks at the television screen, eyes narrowing somewhat as he tries to guess what the hell it is she's occupying herself with. he needs his glasses, or something to make the world appear sharper. looking at her, he adds, ] I'll be okay. [ he cocks his head to the food in her hand, ] You get one of those stupid toys?