xp_logs | Logan & Jono, Friday evening

The dreaded move, helped along by Logan's sturdy presence.

If Jono could have, he would have sighed, looking at the remnants of what had been a particularly happy time since he'd become a mutant. The enterntainment centre would have to stay in the basement unless Sarah took it with her. He'd managed to pack his things under Paige's watchful eye and was now sitting on his bed, waiting for someone to come and force him out of the room.

Logan tapped on the door. It was brilliant of Chuck, really, to put him in the position of Bad Guy for this. As if the students didn't hate him enough already.

Jono twitched as if poked, but didn't move otherwise. "Yeah," he said slowly. "It's open."

Logan pushed the door open and looked at the boxes, then at Jono. "Hey. Y'ready t'go?" He looked no more pleased about this turn of events than Jono did.

"No, not really," Jono shot a slightly hollow look at Logan. "But you're here to make sure I do, right?"

Logan shrugged. "I'm just doin' what I'm told." Which really isn't much of an excuse for Logan, but the only reason he's doing it is that Chuck asked. "You don't wanna move, take it up with th'old man in th'wheelchair."

Jono stood up now, stretching. "He'd probably run me over in that thing." He picked up his guitar and slung it onto his back. "Are you here to watch or to actually help?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "He just might. I'm here t'help." He picked up a few boxes stacked on top of each other and looked at Jono expectantly.

There weren't too many things to carry. Jono had come to the mansion practically with nothing else than the clothes on his back, and hadn't managed to accumulate a lot of clutter. The most space-consuming were his cds. "He's on a power trip," Jono muttered and picked up the rest of the things, the cast a last look around the room.

"He don't need t'be onna power trip, kid. He's got more power'n just about anybody in th'mansion." Logan walked through the door and waited for Jono to follow.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me," Jono replied a bit dubiously, following Logan. He kicked the door shut in his wake and started down the corridor.

Logan snorted and followed Jono down the hall. He knew how the kid felt, in a way. "Y'don't like your new roomie, then? Or y'just don't wanna leave th'dungeons?"

"Pick one," Jono shrugged laconically. "I don't really understand what purpose does it serve to do this?"

Logan shrugged in return, though Jono couldn't see him. "I'm not th'one t'ask, but I'm guessin' it's got somethin' t'do with whatever reason's th'Professor gave y'in his message."

"Yeah, right," Jono rolled his eyes. "The others are so thrilled to see me rejoin the land above ground. "

"Some of 'em prob'ly are."

"Haha," Jono said, disbelieving, and adjusted the guitar's position on his back by shrugging. "Shouldn't I be happy to see them too?"

"What about the Guthrie girl, th'one with the metal bits?" Logan knew Paige's name, of course, but he didn't figure it mattered much. Jono probably knew who he was talking about. "Isn't she a friend a yours?"

"I suppose," Jono glanced at Logan over his shoulder. "When I'm not blowing her up or making her mad in other ways."

/That/ feeling, Logan knew first-hand. "Blew 'er up, huh?"

"And half a room," Jono supplied.

"Impressive." Logan rounded the corner between the basement stairs and the main corridor on the ground floor, heading for the stairs to the second floor. "She still talk t'ya after that?"

"Yeah," Jono admitted almost absently, as if still wondering about it. "Yeah," he repeated. "She's still talking to me. Insists it wasn't my fault. Only I didn't see anyone else in that room."

Logan nodded. "Crazy sometimes, ain't they?"

"Insane as hell," Jono nodded in agreement.

Logan trudged up the stairs to the second floor. "No matter how well y'know 'em, no matter how /long/ y'know 'em, they don't get any easier t'understand," he assured Jono with a chuckle.

"Oh, that's reassuring," Jono's reply was wry as he trotted along.

"Y'want reassurin', talk t'somebody else. I ain't gonna lie t'make y'feel better."

"That's all right, there's very few things that make me feel better," Jono explained. "And I'd rather have a realist's point of view than an optimist's."

"Realism's more reliable," Logan agreed. "Less likely t'make y'look like a fool or get y'killed when you're not expectin' it."

"You know best. You've the experience," Jono pointed out.

"You have no idea," Logan muttered with a bit of humour colouring his voice.

"I expect I'll have when I'm your age," Jono replied, grappling for a better grip of the boxes in his hands.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "How old y'plannin' on gettin', kid?"

A thoughtful look passed over Jono's face. "Don't know if I'm going to get any older than this."

"...huh." Logan was silent for a moment. "I know the feelin'."

"How old are you then?" Jono asked.

"Best they can figure, 'bout a hundred fifty."

Jono gave him a searching look, a bit surprised. "I bet you get this a lot, but you don't look your age."

Logan snorted. "I been told, yeah. Only told a couple people 'bout the age thing, though. Don't seem like somethin' t'be flashin' 'round too much."

"Oh," Jono was silent for a moment, wondering why Logan had told him then. "Think you'll ever die?"

Logan shrugged. "I dunno. I survived a lot of shit that shoulda killed me."

"Yeah, like old age," Jono seemed amused.

Logan snorted. "Yeah, like that." He waved at one of the dorm doors. "This'un yours? ...An' a bullet t'th'head. Hurt like a sumbitch."

226, said the door. "This one's mine," Jono confirmed and set his boxes down to open the door. "A bullet to the head, really?" He looked back at Logan.

Logan nodded. "Last year, out fronta Bobby Drake's house. Been through worse'n'at. Y'get used to it."

Jono lifted the boxes again and gave Logan a sad look. "I'm not sure I want to get used to being shot at or chased after."

Logan hadn't really ever looked at it that way. Well, he had, but not for him. He really never had much choice. "Well, /I/ got used to it, how'sat?"

"Yeah, but you're made of old nails or something," Jono dropped his things in the middle of his new room, and swung the guitar from his back.

Logan laughed and put the boxes on the floor. "Somethin' like that, yeah."

The guitar found its place on one of the free beds, carefully laid down, and Jono turned to look at Logan. "Yeah. Thanks," he said simply.

Logan shrugged. "You're welcome. See y'in class." He gave the guitar a look, then turned and walked out.