Boathouse on Spuyten Dyvil Cove, Wednesday evening (attn. Matty)
The boathouse on the edge of Spuyten Dyvil Cove was crudely but fully furnished with a couch, tables, chair, a queen sized bed, and a small kitchen. Most of the time it stood empty but Logan had taken to using it as a refuge from the chaos of the Institute; he'd done it after he'd returned from Alkali Lake, and he'd actually lived in it during the entire time the Institute had been rebuilt. At times he'd entertained the thought of just living there full time, almost a full mile away from the school, his own little piece of not-civilization.
The arrival of Scott and that whole blowout had renewed his sense of urgency to get out, even after Ororo had smoothed things over in her usual way; the anger and rage he'd felt only served to remind him he was a wild being who occasionally found it difficult to maintain his grip on his humanity. He had the discipline and the sense of responsibility that Scott had accused him of lacking, but sometimes ... he just needed to be himself.
It hadn't been difficult to convince Matty to stay the night with him out there. She could play her guitar to her heart's content in the warm weather that had finally come to stay, she could sing in her clear alto voice that he'd come to love hearing, come to need to hear.
And that was another reason he wanted to get away. He'd come to the realization the other night while out with Tony (and what a night that had been) that he loved her. The heretofore unfelt emotion was something he wasn't sure he could keep contained because it filled him to bursting, made him have the insane urge to shout it from the rooftops, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to hide it from the handful of telepaths and empaths that lived in the mansion.
So after his strange email conversation with Gaia he'd asked Matty if she'd come with him, and now she was playing some bluegrass tune on the small boathouse porch and he was lighting a cigar, listening to the song of his lover melting out into the bigger song of the woods and the water surrounding them. Life couldn't get much better.
"Hey, Matty, how would ya feel about goin' to a strip joint?"
Then he had to go and say something strange like that.