Karr had a hand full of dirty laundry in one fist and a duffel bag in the other when the scent hit him. It caused his stomach to drop like a rock and settle somewhere about the same neighborhood as his knees. His mouth felt dry and there was a huge knot suddenly formed in his chest. His first instinct was to flee, to turn tail and run, and it was not the thought of being a coward that stopped him from doing so. No, Karr knew enough to be well aware that even if he did run, Logan would have no problem following him and having whatever talk he wanted with him, one way or another. So, Karr manned up, swallowed the lump in his throat and was ready and facing the door when it exploded inward.
He winced slightly despite himself, and made it a point to look at the damaged door for a long moment before he bothered looking at Logan again. "Yer gonna fix that?" He asked flatly, a subtle nod to not so long ago when he had done just about the same thing to the door of Logan's room, and had been up ass-early the next morning helping repair it. That apple really did not fall too far from the tree. Then came the long moment of silence, the two feral men studying each other from across an open space, taking in scent, body language and anything else they felt important to know. Logan spoke first.
"I tossed it." Karr had wanted nothing to do with the Haven or the X-Men that night, and had quickly realized that he wanted nothing to do with them... ever. He was a reckless youth, so that kind of thing was likely not terribly unexpected of him in a moment of rage. He honestly had no idea his sister was missing, even if he did know he would probably feel some kind of smug relief. It was probably a good thing that he did not know, for the sake of his teeth and for a lack of Karr-shaped holes in walls.
He could smell the emotions all over Logan, it was enough to give him a headache. Karr had no love of emotions, in fact the feral little empath hated them. He fought the urge to growl as he tried to breathe through his mouth in order to lessen the amount of emotions he had to smell. Logan was angry, but Logan was always angry. There was a hell of a lot more brewing under the surface, and if pressed, Karr would have been able to put a name to almost all of them.
Reaver snorted, blowing air out his nose before he pointedly looked down to the bag in his hairy hand, stuffing that fistful of clothes into it. "I'm out." He supposed it really did not need to be said, but at the same time it did. Closure and all that. His tone had a defined edge to it, yet was slightly shaky in the middle. Please don't try to talk me out of it. Don't make me stay. You could maybe do it. He had tried too long. He felt like a bird in a cage and he needed to get the hell out, to move, to run, to be free, and Logan was the one person who could maybe hold him down for a while longer. The very thought of it made his major muscles cramp up in protest. He was always on edge here, he wanted to get back to the fluid life of the streets where you had to be on your toes, he wanted it so badly even his body was protesting being within the walls of the Haven.