Karr took the pen, ignoring the face palming as he bent over the desk to scribble something that maybe sort of almost resembled his name. He stared at it a moment, the two signatures on the blanks provided that officially made him Logan's. It was an odd feeling for Karr, he had literally done away with the humans who had raised him and now belonged ot the man more like him than anyone else in the world. It felt... he was not sure how it felt, but his chest felt heavy, swallowing was hard, his eyes were misty and somehow things felt right. Were he the thinking kind, he might wonder if maybe staying here might feel more right now, but he was determined and his demand for freedom was screaming at him. No, it was time to go, and no piece of paper would change that.
He grunted as a strong hand squeezed his neck, then half coughed as Logan clapped him hard on the back. It very nearly threw him off balance, and in the manner which Logan had surely come to expect from his son, Karr threw out one hand to smack the slightly shorter man across the chest, a crooked grin showing one fang. It was a moment of happiness, the kind Karr had not felt in... wait, had he ever felt like this?
Karr listened as Logan began to speak, and sure enough was about to pipe up when Logan's tone stopped him. His lips pulled into a firm frown and he grunted his annoyance. Oh sure, healed like Logan. Why couldn't Karr heal like Logan? Why did he always get the short end of the damn stick? He grunted again as he rumbled lowly, "He got bigger claws 'n me, too?" Another shrug and he stepped away to snatch up a few more items and cram them into the quite full duffel bag. "No, I haven't. Least I don't think so." He didn't want to now, not if this guy was better than him at everything, like fuckin' everyone else. Karr really did have his issues.