[ It is disconcerting, to be the only mutant there. Even after he has come to understand more about the history of this place, that this is one of the realities where there never were any mutants. He is there, now. And being the only one is isolating in a way that reminds him of parts of his life better left forgotten.
He knows when Logan arrives. The thrum of adamantium, shivering along his skin and into his fingertips. If only such a seductive thing wasn't attached to such a thorougly unpleasant person. Of course it's him.
He goes to where Logan is anyway, hovering about an inch off the ground as is now his habit. As much as he'd like to ignore him, he can't. You can't pick your family. He doesn't get too close, though. Keeping a distance that gives him enough time to defend himself if Logan tries to kill him. Again. ]
Arrival
He knows when Logan arrives. The thrum of adamantium, shivering along his skin and into his fingertips. If only such a seductive thing wasn't attached to such a thorougly unpleasant person. Of course it's him.
He goes to where Logan is anyway, hovering about an inch off the ground as is now his habit. As much as he'd like to ignore him, he can't. You can't pick your family. He doesn't get too close, though. Keeping a distance that gives him enough time to defend himself if Logan tries to kill him. Again. ]
It's just us.