Moody Logan is moody... again - OTA

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Logan wandered into the mess for an early breakfast, glad to find it empty. He wasn't in the mood to deal with people right now. Dom had been all but ignoring him, which was frustrating - not that he didn't deserve it. Hell, maybe it was better this way. All the same, he'd have preferred to know where he stood with her, if only so he knew where he

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[and_intothefire]

Jean was back to not sleeping. She spent her time filtering in and out of minds as she saw fit, most of them tapped for her own entertainment, or belonging to those she had no desire to go into (the crazy brains tended to hurt); her boredom level was starting to rule her a little

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He almost thought he was imagining it when he smelled her - he really couldn't get her out of his mind - but then he heard her too, saw her... Shit. Maybe he should've gone away while he still could, but he needed to make sure it was her first, and by then it was too late. He picked at his food, studying her furtively as she went about making coffee. And then she turned around.

He held her gaze while it lasted, then felt almost relieved when she looked away again. OK. If she could pretend nothing had happened, so could he. He continued eating, deliberately avoiding looking at her. If only her scent was that easy to ignore...

[and_intothefire]

She tipped the coffee pot out of the way and slid the mug beneath the stream, letting it fill before replacing the pot. The antsier she got, the less she slept, and the more coffee she needed to keep her mind sharp enough to control what she needed to keep under wraps. Jean added some sugar and the dry, powdered creamer that sat next to the coffee pot, then stirred her coffee.

And that was as far as she could go with ignoring Logan's presence. He hadn't come to her, but she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to be near him. It was nauseating to her, the drive to keep up some kind of relationship with him. He'd seen her at her most pathetic, more pathetic than she'd ever been in her life. Martini had lucked into screwing her over worse than she'd been screwed before. And Logan had been the one to witness it. Again.

Jean sipped her coffee, then took a deep breath, turning and giving Logan a smile. She slid into the seat across from him and set her coffee down. "Morning."

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He looked up as she sat down in front of him, only to look away again, grunting in reply. But although he tried, he could only stand so much of this ignoring thing before it became way too uncomfortable. Swallowing his food, he looked up again, almost reluctantly.

"Been OK?"

[createdevidence]

Nicky headed into the mess rubbing at his eyes. He'd had a bad dream and hadn't wanted to go back to sleep. He gave his uncle a nod when he spotted him before heading to get himself something to eat.

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Logan followed Nicky with his eyes as the kid entered the mess, giving a small nod in return when Nicky nodded at him.

"You're up early," he said between bites, looking Nicky up and down as if the reason for his early awakening could be read from his body.

[createdevidence]

"Bad dream,"he sat down next to his uncle putting his plate down. Nicky looked over at him before taking a bite,"You're up early too."

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"Bad dream," Logan explained, smiling a little. Granted, that had been hours ago, and he'd been happy enough to lie in bed a little longer, but he didn't want to be in the room when Victor and Emma woke up. It was an unspoken agreement of sorts - or so Logan saw it. They didn't fuck in front of him, and he let them have the room in the morning. It had worked out so far.

Still, 'bad dream' was a better explanation for why he'd left the room than 'I didn't wanna watch your dad fuck the blonde bitch'.

[time_schizo]

Martini sat in the hall, munching on the combination that only he would find appetizing of nuts and lime Jello. Life had been going good for a while now. That only meant when it got royally fucked up it would be utterly catastrophic. Ah, well, he would see to that when it came. For now, his eyes roamed the hall, his Things showing him small glimpses before moving onto the next in the crowd, his vision made noisy by the crowd.

His attention was drawn to one who seemed to be deep-knee in trouble. He really should have known better, but the feral and the 'bear-dog', unseen by anyone else but him, provided him with too much entertainment. Unshelling a peanut, he flicked the shell with surprisingly good aim, hitting Logan on the back of the head as he grinned, munching on the peanut.

"Frank tells me you are troubled. Which starts with a capital T, and that rhymes with P, and that stands for Pool." He doubted Logan would get the Broadway musical reference.

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Logan's tolerance for most people wasn't high, but there were some people it was particularly low for. Ric probably topped that list, but Martini was a good second. Logan was still pissed off about the revisited childhoods - not forgetting the grand, naked finale - and he had been more than happy not to see the nutjob since. It was safer that way.

When something hit Logan in the head, he went straight from troubled to pissed off, his head swinging around to glare at Martini. The goddamn insane rambling just added to Logan's irritation.

"Frank also tell you to stay the fuck away from me unless you want a toothpick through your olives?"

[time_schizo]

If Logan was hoping that would deter Martini, he was sorely mistaken. Martini tossed a pistachio up in the air, catching it in his mouth. He pointed to a spot about two feet away from Logan to his left. "He doesn't talk, only growls, which makes him pretty much like you."

His tone turned more serious. He gave Logan a sharp glance, without any of the usual fuzziness or unfocused quality that surrounded Martini, his green eyes clear and bright.

"But you do have trouble. Animal, mineral, vegetable, or mutant?"

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With something between a growl and a groan, Logan looked away, rolling his eyes. Imaginary animals... Just what he needed. Like reality wasn't fucked up enough.

When Martini spoke again, Logan glanced over, not missing the change of tone. He was almost tempted to tell him. Almost.

What the hell? The crazy had to be contagious.

"None of your goddamn business," he replied, but it wasn't very heartfelt. No doubt his thinking about Jean was to blame for that.

[notwhenimawake]

*Wade had never seen Logan this... well, quite frankly, ruffled. It was worth investigating - after all, what else was there to do? He'd already exhausted his Golden Girls gift box.

He grabbed a chair and straddled it by Logan's table.*

What's eating you?

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Oh, God... Just what Logan needed.

"None of your goddamn business, Wade."

There was a hint of warning in his tone, but it wasn't as strong as it might have been. Logan sounded bored as much as anything, and he didn't even bother glaring at Wade. As much as he hated the guy and wanted him out of his life already - not to mention out of Laura's - he really was ruffled. Not that he'd talk to Wade about it. Logan would rather eat yellow snow than talk to Wade about what was troubling him. Besides, Wade was Dom's friend. If Dom was going to hear about Logan's feelings for Jean from anyone, it would be from Logan himself.

[notwhenimawake]

*Wade pressed a hand to his heart.*

And here I thought you'd open up to me.

*he patted his pockets, came up with a handful of sweets.*

You seen Dom? I've got some new candy for her to try.

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"Then go find her," he spat, his jaw clenching. It was, perhaps, a roundabout way of telling Wade no, he hadn't seen Dom, but it put the right emphasis on how he wanted Wade to leave, preferably five minutes ago.

Really, this was Logan playing nice - or as nice as he was likely to get with Wade. He was trying to avoid a confrontation, having enough trouble to deal with without Laura (and Stryker) getting on his ass about killing the man.