Re: Logangst
Logan lets out a barking laugh at his friend's last comment.
"Taxes? Heh...good one, Popsicle. Gotta have a job t'do taxes. Somehow I don't think 'superhero' or 'superhero escort service' is gonna look too great on a W-2 form."
Shaking his head ruefully, he squeezes Bobby's shoulders affectionately.
"Ya don't gotta worry about me, pal. If that which don't kill ya makes ya stronger, then I'm fuckin' Hercules by now. I'll survive, I always do...but it's nice t'know someone gives a fuck."
His smile is warm, grateful, and genuine, not the arrogant smirk he used to toss Scott whenever an order was barked.
"You should stick around fer a while. We c'n take the Elf, hit the town, have some beers. Drag Hank along too, if we can drag him outta th'lab."