[ when she leaves to go to the bathroom, logan doesn't move from where he is on the edge of the bed. partly it's due to how painful it is, every bit of him stinging and burning from how his muscles still feel like they're not used to moving. another is he doesn't want to lie in the bed and sleep like an old man. no one's coming for them, as far as he knows, but he's never been one to turn much of a blind eye and deaf ear on anything. ]
[ he doesn't watch her as she reenters the room, silly toy in hand. keeping his focus on the cartoons, he only looks at her when she's closer toward him. it's now his turn to step up, regardless of how exhausted he may feel at the mere thought of trying to pull together a list of steps to action right now and in the morning. he never gave up on xavier, caliban never gave up on him, and he knows laura never did, either. ]
[ it takes him a long moment to even speak, hands in his lap as he looks at the television without focusing on the graphics in front of him. the sound drowns out as he thinks it over, realising that what he intends to propose may not be their best solution, but it's the only one they have for now. ]
I might know someone. [ he sits a little straighter, ignoring the pain that sparks through him. if he says it aloud, he's committing to it. does he derive a sense of purpose in helping laura? he'll openly admit that he does now. he wants to get her to her friends, but perhaps he needs to get her friends and herself another ally firstly. ] I don't know if he'll help us. Last I heard, he was still kicking, but that might have changed since then. [ he looks at her to gauge her reaction, the level of impatience she may feel. ] It's going to be a long drive.
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Date: 2017-04-13 11:16 pm (UTC)[ he doesn't watch her as she reenters the room, silly toy in hand. keeping his focus on the cartoons, he only looks at her when she's closer toward him. it's now his turn to step up, regardless of how exhausted he may feel at the mere thought of trying to pull together a list of steps to action right now and in the morning. he never gave up on xavier, caliban never gave up on him, and he knows laura never did, either. ]
[ it takes him a long moment to even speak, hands in his lap as he looks at the television without focusing on the graphics in front of him. the sound drowns out as he thinks it over, realising that what he intends to propose may not be their best solution, but it's the only one they have for now. ]
I might know someone. [ he sits a little straighter, ignoring the pain that sparks through him. if he says it aloud, he's committing to it. does he derive a sense of purpose in helping laura? he'll openly admit that he does now. he wants to get her to her friends, but perhaps he needs to get her friends and herself another ally firstly. ] I don't know if he'll help us. Last I heard, he was still kicking, but that might have changed since then. [ he looks at her to gauge her reaction, the level of impatience she may feel. ] It's going to be a long drive.