"'S fine, 's fine," Karr tried to insist as he attempted to push the man's hands away. The holes were still there and obvious, but they had clotted over. One area the skin had even started to heal, which gave an odd look as it sagged over the hollow where the muscle had not yet regrown. His nostrils flared as he took in Logan's scent, he giving a small snort at the inner turmoil he was feeling. Great, just what he needed. He started counting up the emotions mentally: Guilt, confusion, relief, anger, protectiveness, annoyance. This was going to be great fun.
He was attempting to pull his hair from his face and wring it out when Logan spoke again, Karr issuing another short, defensive snort. "I'm no kid," he reminded gruffly. "An' fine... whatever... but I'm not goin' back there." He did not need to say where that 'there' was, Logan would know all too well that it was the Haven. Karr had tasted a life without Xavier's dream, and he quite liked it. He saw no reason to return to that dull life, not when there were people out doing things, making a difference, and blowing shit up. Karr really liked that part about blowing shit up. Really liked.