"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."
— Groucho Marx
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Having reestablished marginally satisfactory speaking terms with Marie, Logan didn't want to leave her until she was forced to go back to class. Left at loose ends, he was free to find his way to the kitchen and raid the fridge. He was busy establishing much more satisfactory (although non-speaking) terms with some leftover fried chicken when Scott found him.
Apparently One-Eye didn't have a class right now. Dammit.
"My *bike*, Logan..."
"It's in the garage." Logan gave him a bland look.
"What did you *do* to it?"
"Tried not to murder any of the wildlife. It still runs."
It was amazing how well Cyke could glare with his eyes covered, conveying his ire with shoulders and jaw muscles. "So nice of you to bring it back," he sniped.
Logan shrugged. "It was nice enough for a loaner, but on a long-term basis I'd like something a little heavier." He put his feet up on the table, leaving it to Scooter to fire the next salvo.
The topic of the motorcycle being a loss, Scott moved on to, "So now you're back."
A shrug. Statements of the obvious weren't worth the breath a reply would require.
"For good?"
"For now."
"Until you find another reason to leave?"
"Or a reason to stay." Cyke stiffened, reminding Logan suddenly that Scooter might actually be able to cause some interference if he knew that Wolverine had designs on one of the students. Moved by the twin impulses of concealment and deviltry, he added, "So, Jeannie get bored with you yet?"
The red herring worked as well as he could have hoped. "Jean and I are just *fine* together."
Logan smirked. [Aw, look at the little leader boy, worrying about the big bad Wolverine stealing Red. You're out of your league, kid.] "Well, maybe, maybe not."
Scott got in the last word, "No ‘maybe' about it," before turning on his heel and leaving. No doubt he was headed after Jean to make sure she wasn't particularly charmed by Logan, or else heading for the Prof to ask if they had to let this pain in the ass actually stay under their roof.
Which reminded Logan that it would probably be a reasonably good idea to go check in with Wheels. Here he was crashing under his roof and raiding his kitchen, perhaps he should at least go say hi...
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