Logan's hands balled into fists. He didn't care if the remorse seemed genuine. He didn't even care that a part of him-the part that was extremely homophobic after years of being raised as an 09er, where there was a very narrow definition of 'acceptable'-might have understood the guy being freaked out by his son wearing dresses.
Ever since that detective had thrown him in jail overnight, Logan was trying to control his temper better. He might resent the guy, but he had a point and Logan would be damned if he turned out to be anything like his old man So, instead of decking the guy like he wanted to, he got up and stormed out of the room.
He didn't see the ghost right away, even though it appeared behind him and hovered for a minute.