Destination Murder CHARACTERS: Eva & Logan. TOPIC: Bitches, right? DATE & TIME: Friday, May 1st @ 7:06pm. LOCATION: Xavier's Institute, Headmaster's Office.
Logan would have expected the odor of humiliation to linger about the hallway to her office. Even a chained specter, nearly two weeks old now, could have roamed the path he'd taken to the police cars parked out front. He'd breathed a sigh of relief when he realized no ghost existed and nothing about this passage felt any less hallowed. He knew he wasn't guilty, he knew that everyone at the mansion knew that as well. However, he hadn't lived the life of a vagrant for no good reason. Logan had the nasty habit of wearing out his welcome everywhere he went. The idea of his warm and still causal homecoming eased the tension that lived between his shoulder blades. It meant that he'd been missed, but most people had just assumed it was a forgone conclusion he'd be back. That type of stability just did things to a guy's head. The sort of wonderfully things a private shower and clean non-government issued clothes did. Add Jeanne-Marie's positively cordial reception... he could have been walking in the clouds instead of Xavier's fancy rug.
Puffy, white clouds were not on his path, however - he had amends to make. His stink of humiliation may not have lingered, but Eva's perfume did - something else Logan had missed during his vacation away from the mansion. He stood at the closed door and listened to her prattle on the other-side. He grinned, because that's what one did when they imagined Eva's prattles, and then he listened more carefully to make sure she was alone. He didn't want to have this conversation in front of anyone else. Satisfied she was alone, Logan opened the door - which was his way, and entered uninvited - which was also his way. "Thanks for the pictures..." He said while he strode closer to the desk she sat behind. "Really got me through." Smug wouldn't have begun to describe the smirk on his freshly, partially-shaved face. It was a mask, of course, for his actual deep ravine of grateful emotions that ran beneath the surface. When he got close enough to the desk, his knuckles knocked into the hardwood twice - the way the manly man showed he had something sensitive to say but needed a moment to conjure such things up. "I'm sorry," he told her with his smile all but evaporated. "For what happened after I was taken away." Aurora, he was sorry for Aurora. "She had no right." Nobody had the right to hurt Eva on Logan's watch, no matter what the reason. He didn't snatch her out of the water to watch someone hurt her, especially not under the guise of being jealous over him. "You wanna hit me?" He added, because Logan could just only be serious for so long.