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"I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you"
— "Milk," by Garbage
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It was somewhere around 2 or 3 am when Logan pulled Cyke's motorcycle into the driveway on Greymalkin Lane. Finding himself so comparatively close to his goal at nightfall, he had chosen not to stop until he reached the school, and so there was no one awake to welcome him when he arrived.
This bothered him not at all. Socializing had never been his strong suit. He put the bike back into the garage and found his way to his former room by memory.
Pausing at the door, he listened for breathing, a heartbeat, from within. No telling whether the X- Crew had gotten enough new recruits to put someone in "his" room — but apparently they hadn't, because the room was empty. Opening the door, he found things pretty much as he had left them. Judging by the lingering scents, people had been in and out of here a number of times recently, especially —
He took a few steps into the room, testing the air. Marie had definitely been in there, quite a bit. Her scent strengthened towards the bed, especially when he curiously pulled the covers back. Yep, she'd actually been *sleeping* in here, who knew how many times in the past few months? Which put a half-smile on his face — definitely the kid had missed him.
He set his bag on the floor near the wall and left various items of clothing draped over the chair, curling up in the bed for a few hours' rest. No doubt Marie would want to hear of his return as soon as possible — but it could wait for morning...