Logan sized Karr up just as his son was doing him. Yes, he could see so much of himself in this rebellious little hothead. Too much of the wrong parts of himself. He had known, maybe even from the start, that rehabilitating Karr was a long shot at best. Square peg, round hole, and all that jazz. But who could blame a father for wanting to keep his child close and, more than anything, safe? Still, he recognized that finality in Karr's eyes, and the flash of loyalty that told him that, if he wanted to, he could force the boy to stay. There at last he had seen that Karr did indeed care about his opinion, about his approval. It was happy and sad, because what was about to happen was unavoidable, which wasn't to say it wasn't going to break his heart all the same.
"Funny," he said regarding the door. "Yeah, I'll take care of it," he muttered. "I get it. Yer a man. Ya gotta make yer own way." He took a deep breath and his tone turned gruff again. "Don't mean I gotta like it."
He was still standing there, rooted to the same spot, as if physically unable to grab his damn boy into a hug while he made his decision. Logan already knew he would never be able to make Karr into the man he thought he should be. It was too late for that, with the boy fully grown like he was. But he could do one thing for him. He could afford him the respect to let him make his own decision and go. A good portion of the bristling anger in Logan's shoulders dissipated, replaced by resignation. He glanced down at the partially crumpled papers in his hand.
"There's somethin'... two things, I wanna talk to you about before you go." He gestured towards Karr's unmade bed. "Can we sit?"