xp_logs | Doug and Logan

Not everyone's happy to see Logan. Doug doesn't go quite as far as Scott did, but it's not for lack of wanting to.

Whistling to himself, Doug put the finishing touches on his culinary masterpiece. Forge was a giant dork, but he had had a point when he joked with Doug that even little things like making a sandwich required Genius. Lightly toasted sourdough bread, chipotle glazed turkey, Havarti cheese, and all the fixings. Doug took a large first bite and closed his eyes. Bliss.

When he opened his eyes at the soft footfall of someone entering the kitchen, he double-taked. His eyes had to be deceiving him. Because that couldn't -possibly- be Logan sauntering to the fridge to find himself a beer. Doug swallowed noisily and set the sandwich back down. Suddenly he was remarkably not hungry. "Hello, Logan," he said coldly, just short of a growl.

Logan didn't respond until after he had fished out his beer, popped the top, and taken a swallow. "Ramsey." he said as neutrally as possible. "Sandwich smells good." he complimented the boy. Yep, he was _definitely_ still pissed. Had a good right to be too, if Logan remembered what went down that day correctly.

The part of Doug's brain not engaged in trying to spontaneously develop pyrokinetic powers and cause Logan to combust noted there was a strange dichotomy in the fact that Doug was the one growling like an alpha male, while Logan was the one with apparently unruffled Zen. But that was a very small part of his brain. And causing Logan to spontaneously combust sounded like more fun than assessing wacky swaps of attitude.

"When did you get back?" Doug asked. Left unsaid was 'whenever it was, it was entirely too soon'. "And where's Em?"

"Em's still up in Canada. She's shacked up with a guy I know, calls himself Shaman. They're making good progress on getting the crap out of her head." he told the boy in calm, unruffled tones. He deserved Doug's hostility, and to meet it with hostility of his own would be ... counterproductive. "Been back a few days all in. You look different than the last time I saw ya." he commented.

"Well gee, Logan, kind of a lot's happened since then," Doug replied, voice cutting with sarcasm. "I'd ask what you've been up to, and why you decided to come back, but gosh," he snapped his fingers, "there's that part where I really could give a crap." It was definitely frustrating that all of his anger seemed to be rolling right off the stocky Canadian. Not that it was stopping Doug from giving vent to it.

Logan let the boy's comments pass. "You got every right in the world to be pissed with me." he said simply. "I know what happened, and it was a shitty thing to do. To anyone." he added. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Never should have happened."

Attacking a guy with god only knew how many years of hand-to-hand training would be counterproductive. Even if Doug itched to do it. He couldn't stop himself from coming halfway to a standing position and grabbing the counter as if it were the only thing holding him back, though. "I have every right?" he shot back, just short of a yell. "Thanks for the -permission-, Logan," he said icily.

"Yer welcome." he said with a snort of laughter. "It was wrong - what I did. Had no right." he said, and then left it at that. He was hungry, but that may have just been the smell of Doug's sandwich hitting him. Maybe he could go fire up the grill, get something going. He took another swallow of his beer, then went back into the fridge for a moment. "Want a beer?" he asked calmly.

"No, Logan, I do -not- want a beer," Doug said in a clipped, frustrated tone. It was like trying to throw garbage and make it stick on Teflon. Leaving his plate and sandwich on the counter, he headed for the door. "Welcome back, and stuff," he said, utterly insincerely, as he left the kitchen. This was so not Doug's day.

Logan watched Doug storm off and then shrugged. Can't say he hadn't earned that, but at least now it was out there in the open. Maybe somebody would have some pork chops in the fridge that he could grill up...