[ "Nate". The serious expression he wears turns into a smile. ] Sure, Nate. [ Just like that, all the tension's melted away, and Logan feels all right enough to drink the last of his tea. ]
Come on, let the poor bag go. [ He's talking about the tea that Cable's still squeezing to death, white knuckles and all. ] The virus ain't eating you up yet.
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Come on, let the poor bag go. [ He's talking about the tea that Cable's still squeezing to death, white knuckles and all. ] The virus ain't eating you up yet.
You gotta relax to get better.