"I'd still pick you every time, Red," Logan told her -- and meant it, oh
how he meant it.
Okay, so, the astral projection thing was a big much. But Logan had seen
weirder things in his time. Hell, he was a weirder thing. And he
loved that of all the places in the world (probably universe) that Jean
could be, she'd chosen to be here. He smiled at her form.
"Quiet night for old Logan," he told her. "Drinkin', reading poetry. The
usual."
no subject
"I'd still pick you every time, Red," Logan told her -- and meant it, oh how he meant it.
Okay, so, the astral projection thing was a big much. But Logan had seen weirder things in his time. Hell, he was a weirder thing. And he loved that of all the places in the world (probably universe) that Jean could be, she'd chosen to be here. He smiled at her form.
"Quiet night for old Logan," he told her. "Drinkin', reading poetry. The usual."