[ There's a warm feeling in his chest at that-- I trust your instincts-- and Logan doesn't know what to do with it, so he looks down at his tea to hide his smile. ] ...thanks, man.
If he does anything shitty I'll fight him myself.
[ Another gulp of tea. ] "Improvements", huh? I'm guessin' that kinda tech's common as shit where you come from?
Not really. It's used in our military, but only one of the rooms exist. Unless there's another I don't know about. [He drinks his tea.] Makes me wonder what we might have been if not for the war. I would like to have been an engineer.
[He finishes his tea.]
Mm. Gotta trust someone. [He stares into his empty mug.] Which is why I asked you over here. If this town ever takes my telekinesis.
[ Logan guesses this is what Cable wanted to talk about. He doesn't push him, but he does finally return to sit across from him at the table, watching him intently.
He hasn't finished his tea. Fortunately, he doesn't mind it cold. ]
[With a grunt, Cable stands up and takes off his shirt. Underneath is his now familiar half-metal, half-flesh chest. His real half is covered with deep bruises, and a bandage is taped over his abdomen. He traces the places where the metal has met flesh, bursting from the surface and corrupting the flesh.]
This is a virus. A techno-organic virus. I was infected with it when I was a child. It's still active. Eventually, it'll likely kill me.
[He says this close to a monotone, as if he's divorced himself completely from the truth of it all.]
My eye is part of it as well. I hold the spread back with my telekinesis. I'm... I'm not sure what might happen if it's left unchecked.
[Cable's thinking of that dream, where Logan saved him, all the to virus spread over walls and engulfing the dead. He's terrified it might happen just like that.]
[ Logan's brows tighten just a little when Cable shows him his body-- and yes, he does remember the dream. Remembers with obvious, burning clarity how the technology on Cable's body now had covered the labyrinth... and how fucking eerie that had been.
He glances up from the metal on Cable's skin to look up at him instead. ]
Might be better not to take that chance. [ By that, he means leaving it unchecked shouldn't be an option. ]
...unless. [ Logan remembers what this place has done to his powers, to Erik's powers, to Jean-Paul's. His jaw stiffens a fraction. ] Does Deerington fuck with your telekinesis, too?
[He puts his shirt back on. When he's finished, some of his hair is sticking straight up. He tames it by raking fingers through his hair.]
It's been fucking with them. They've only fluctuated to the stronger side. I woke up last night, up in the air with half of the stuff in my room floating right there with me. They haven't bottomed out, thank Christ.
With any luck, if it happens, it'll only affect me and nothing else.
[ Logan weighs the offer for a grand total of five seconds. The black tea stains Cable's hand when he grips it, juices dripping down the meat of his palm and over his wrist.
What else can he say in a scenario like this? A faint please don't make me plays in the back of his mind, but the voice is young and boyish and scared--
And Logan hasn't been young and boyish for almost two centuries, now. ]
Nathan. [ The tone of his voice is firm, hoping to catch Cable's attention to get him to match his gaze. ] I'll do it.
[ The Kuzuri makes the nightmares go away, even if the nightmares are in one's own body. ]
[ "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.
I don't think it's the sleep that triggers it. [ Logan pours more water into Cable's cup. ] But I've only seen her teleport twice so far.
[ He knows he has Erik around to talk to about things like this, but Erik also brings with him a ridiculous amount of Expectation. Disclosing the nature of Henry's powers so early on would bring about the harshest training... and Logan still wants to give her that choice of learning instead of having the burden thrust upon her. ]
It's triggered by heightened emotional distress, probably. [ Sitting back down in his chair, Logan tries not to feel too surprised at the linguo he's using-- like he's at Xavier's again, having a faculty meeting again. ] I think she must have had a really bad nightmare? But...
She can feel it when it starts happening. She just can't get it to stop.
Jesus. [He drops the teabag back into the cup.] Is she afraid of it? That might be part of it as well.
[Nathan's never been to a Xavier's faculty meeting, but he's following along just fine. It's something he has limited experience with.]
Would you like me to talk to her? Just as a friend, I'm not going to suggest any sort of training, unless she'd want it. I just need to meet her first.
You bring her teleporting up in front of her and she'll probably just 'port away from you. [ A beat. ] Or kick me in the teeth for telling you about it.
But... shit, you're a dad. [ A real dad, too! Not a fake parent like Logan is, no sirree, no matter what Magneto tries to convince him of. ] I don't know what I'm doin' half the time. Might be good to have someone actually responsible watchin' her back.
Looks like you're doing fine to me. [Granted, he's never been to Logan's house, so he has no idea what state it's in.] I'm a first time dad, so I've made a lot of mistakes. I wasn't home as much as I'd like.
Thanks, Nathan. [ God, he's forgotten what it felt like to have a solid friend just as clueless as he is. A friend who's a mutant. A friend who'd understand.
Briefly, he misses Scott. Jean. Ororo.
But he hides a smile behind the rim of his mug. ] I got your back, too.
It won't succeed. [ He holds his mug up as if he were raising a bottle of beer in a toast to the heavens, his head dipped slightly to match.
Then he drinks the last of his tea, sparing Cable's gun a glance, and then looking up at him with a slight raise of his eyebrows. ] But this internal bleeding shit might.
You get some rest today. [ His tone's firm. ] You already fixed your gun.
And when you're feeling better I'll take you to where you can make your bullets.
[ Even if by the fifth everyone's going to fall asleep and the town will turn to plastic when they wake. ]
[ It's a hand Logan's happy to take, even if he clicks his tongue at him. ] You stubborn bastard. [ What with the fact that Nathan forced himself to walk like that. Jesus. ]
Shoo. [ Breaking the contact between them, Logan places his hands on Nathan's shoulders and gently turns him around in the direction of his living room. ] Go to your couch.
I'll keep the tea in one of your cupboards and wash the mugs, then I'll be outta your hair.
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If he does anything shitty I'll fight him myself.
[ Another gulp of tea. ] "Improvements", huh? I'm guessin' that kinda tech's common as shit where you come from?
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[He finishes his tea.]
Mm. Gotta trust someone. [He stares into his empty mug.] Which is why I asked you over here. If this town ever takes my telekinesis.
SHIT BE GETTIN SERIOOOOOOOUS
He hasn't finished his tea. Fortunately, he doesn't mind it cold. ]
RIGHT
This is a virus. A techno-organic virus. I was infected with it when I was a child. It's still active. Eventually, it'll likely kill me.
[He says this close to a monotone, as if he's divorced himself completely from the truth of it all.]
My eye is part of it as well. I hold the spread back with my telekinesis. I'm... I'm not sure what might happen if it's left unchecked.
[Cable's thinking of that dream, where Logan saved him, all the to virus spread over walls and engulfing the dead. He's terrified it might happen just like that.]
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He glances up from the metal on Cable's skin to look up at him instead. ]
Might be better not to take that chance. [ By that, he means leaving it unchecked shouldn't be an option. ]
...unless. [ Logan remembers what this place has done to his powers, to Erik's powers, to Jean-Paul's. His jaw stiffens a fraction. ] Does Deerington fuck with your telekinesis, too?
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[He puts his shirt back on. When he's finished, some of his hair is sticking straight up. He tames it by raking fingers through his hair.]
It's been fucking with them. They've only fluctuated to the stronger side. I woke up last night, up in the air with half of the stuff in my room floating right there with me. They haven't bottomed out, thank Christ.
With any luck, if it happens, it'll only affect me and nothing else.
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...you askin' me to take care of you if this thing goes out of control?
[ There's a gravitas to the term "take care", however. Clearly Logan doesn't mean keeping Cable in bed and feeding him soup. ]
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[He starts speaking faster, trying to get it all out before Logan can say anything.]
Because you won't know if it'll spread or not. That dream has been sticking with me, and I don't want Deerington to end up like that.
[Done, he sighs, drops his gaze. He pulls the teabag out of his mug and squeezes it, just for something to focus on other than what he just said.]
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What else can he say in a scenario like this? A faint please don't make me plays in the back of his mind, but the voice is young and boyish and scared--
And Logan hasn't been young and boyish for almost two centuries, now. ]
Nathan. [ The tone of his voice is firm, hoping to catch Cable's attention to get him to match his gaze. ] I'll do it.
[ The Kuzuri makes the nightmares go away, even if the nightmares are in one's own body. ]
I promise.
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I... I appreciate it. I do.
[He's looking Logan right in the eyes.]
Call me Nate.
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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.
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So... uh. How's Henry doin?
[Trying to change the subject and he's bad at small talk.]
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This boy and his carnivorous horse.
[ He goes to fill his mug with water again, then hovers the kettle over Cable's with a raised brow in a silent question of want more?. ]
Apparently they took her home while I was knocked out for two days. She had a... teleporting incident.
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['Carnivorous horse' boggles him, and it shows.]
Does it happen in her sleep? I used to have that problem when I was young. With the virus. Eventually learned to control it. I feel for her.
[He nods when Logan offers more tea.]
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[ He knows he has Erik around to talk to about things like this, but Erik also brings with him a ridiculous amount of Expectation. Disclosing the nature of Henry's powers so early on would bring about the harshest training... and Logan still wants to give her that choice of learning instead of having the burden thrust upon her. ]
It's triggered by heightened emotional distress, probably. [ Sitting back down in his chair, Logan tries not to feel too surprised at the linguo he's using-- like he's at Xavier's again, having a faculty meeting again. ] I think she must have had a really bad nightmare? But...
She can feel it when it starts happening. She just can't get it to stop.
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[Nathan's never been to a Xavier's faculty meeting, but he's following along just fine. It's something he has limited experience with.]
Would you like me to talk to her? Just as a friend, I'm not going to suggest any sort of training, unless she'd want it. I just need to meet her first.
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But... shit, you're a dad. [ A real dad, too! Not a fake parent like Logan is, no sirree, no matter what Magneto tries to convince him of. ] I don't know what I'm doin' half the time. Might be good to have someone actually responsible watchin' her back.
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But I'll help you in any way I can.
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Thanks, Nathan. [ God, he's forgotten what it felt like to have a solid friend just as clueless as he is. A friend who's a mutant. A friend who'd understand.
Briefly, he misses Scott. Jean. Ororo.
But he hides a smile behind the rim of his mug. ] I got your back, too.
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[Logan's words bring a smile to his face.]
Let the world try and stop us.
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Then he drinks the last of his tea, sparing Cable's gun a glance, and then looking up at him with a slight raise of his eyebrows. ] But this internal bleeding shit might.
You get some rest today. [ His tone's firm. ] You already fixed your gun.
And when you're feeling better I'll take you to where you can make your bullets.
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[Nate stands up, walks around the table (slowly), and offers a hand to Logan.]
we can end here or at ur tag if u wanna tag back???
Shoo. [ Breaking the contact between them, Logan places his hands on Nathan's shoulders and gently turns him around in the direction of his living room. ] Go to your couch.
I'll keep the tea in one of your cupboards and wash the mugs, then I'll be outta your hair.