Logan didn't care if Emma was sifting through his mind, his defenses weren't completely raised (he was tired, mentally), and she more than likely was in order to come up with that conclusion, or his stiff body language said it all. Although, knowing how the woman loved to play devil's advocate, an eyebrow perked at the mention of Ororo. "Going out?" Admittedly, it was none of his business.
His head suddenly raised, looking as though he simply inclined his head due to a stiff area in his neck, but Logan actually caught a whiff of Ororo's scent. It had never smelled sweeter than it did right now.
When she entered the kitchen, she looked... She looked tired, and that set a grim line of a frown upon Logan's face when he turned to see Ororo enter. 'Welcome home.' That was it? He finished the rest of his drink, downing whatever liquid was left in the cup before setting his duffel bag onto the kitchen floor and moving towards Ororo.
Was he moving to embrace her? Openly? Damn straight he was. After the nightmares, the chasing after an unseen demon, he just wanted to be home, and there was no place better to call home than with Ororo in his arms, if she allowed it. "I missed you, 'Ro," he let out in a low purr towards her.