Logan replied with a short, meaningful grunt and a nod. A woman. Of course. And the kid said it'd been fun. They had yet another thing, or ten, in common. "It's all fun and games 'til you get a knife in the ribs. That ain't much fun, healing factor or no," he said in his usual soft, gruff voice. He shrugged, signaling that he wasn't making a big deal of it. "Can't say I haven't done the exact same thing, though. I try ta make sure the woman's worth the trouble, at least," he finished with another shrug. Awkward, much? He was trying not to be preachy. He really was. He was trying to talk to Karr like he would a friend. But he wasn't a friend, he was his son.
The thought gave him a stabbing ache in his chest. He should have been around to raise the kid. Logan had to remind himself it wasn't anybody's fault. He never exactly had a permanent forwarding address during those wild years in and out of war. In fact, he couldn't be sure if the woman, Karr's mother, would have known his full name. Or his real name. He wasn't proud of some of the stuff he'd done in his past. His real past.
"I've been digging around. Trying to find out exactly who it was made sure I can never go through a fucking metal detector again without bringing the wrath of God down on me." He didn't lie. That's what he had been up to. He didn't need to inform Karr that every single lead he had followed had ended in a cold corpse. He wasn't about to mention that those corpses all had a common presumed cause of death. Animal attack. It made Logan's jaw clench to remember it, but he didn't show any other emotion aside from his usual near-scowl. He simply glared at the road as they spoke.