Logan had spent the day hiding from everyone, in a dark mood, and darker still that he couldn't quite explain why. He didn't mean to avoid Laura, exactly, but he wasn't exactly upset that he didn't catch sight or scent of her. If anyone had it worse than him on this particular day, it was her.
Eventually, he wandered up to his room, and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the case of beer, a smile tugging at his mouth that stabilized as he picked up the card. Sometimes, she showed rather startling streaks of normality that made him very hopeful.
He'd have to save her a beer. Which made the normality rather relative. He shrugged to himself as he used a claw to slit open the case, then selected a beer; what else could they expect from someone with his genetic material?