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[ To say that it is taking some effort to adjust to the new reality Ororo has suddenly found herself in would be quite an understatement, but she still manages to look perfectly calm and composed as she offers the network a polite smile.

Would she like to maybe have herself a minor little breakdown? Sure. But she has absolutely no idea what sort of consequences that might have considering the quite substantial storm that is already going on outside the Ingress Complex, and there really just isn't time to fall apart right now. Maybe at some later point she can allow herself to fully absorb the shock of what has happened, but for now she has to keep moving forward. ]

Hello. My name is Ororo Munroe, and I'm a relatively new arrival here. Where I'm from I'm a teacher, mostly ancient history which isn't really going to be too useful around here unless some of you are dying to know about the Roman Empire, even if that was never a thing on your planet or in your timeline.

What I also am, is a mutant, which in my case means I have the ability to control the weather. I can survive in just about any climate, and I can get all sorts of information about what is going on in the environment around me because I am basically wired into it, which is a gross oversimplification but you didn't come here for a lecture.

[ Damn, but it feels pretty good to not hide what she can do. Screw anonymity, she's nowhere near Earth and its mutant registration act, and she is going to be completely and unashamedly herself. ]

I'm mentioning these things because I'm going to be needing a job pretty soon, so I figured I should put myself out there. Thank you for listening.

[ Her expression shifts into something a bit more amused, and at the same time sort of sad. ]

Oh, and if you have any good hangover remedies? Feel free to share them.

[ She's asking for a friend.

No, seriously, she is. ]

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Do you think I enjoy half-carrying you away from your current watering hole so that you can spend the rest of the night sweating second-hand alcohol into my sheets?

[ She has to stop. Has to take a couple of deep, slow breaths, but the glare she levels on Logan warns him that he better not try to speak before she's done. ]

How dare you ask me why I'm here? Are you seriously telling me that after all we've been through, you still don't get that I care about you?

[ She is swallowing a whole lot of pride right now, because one of them is going to have to and it sure as shit is never going to be the stubborn asshole in front of her. ]

I need you right now, Logan. But this shit? What you're doing right now? I don't need that.

[ For a moment she looks as if she's about to say more, but then she just shakes her head and turns to leave. ]

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[ And, just for a moment, he almost lets her go. Almost lets himself shut away her words, her pain, her.

Almost.

Logan is quick, the pounding in his head worse with the movement as he makes a motion to stop her, spilling off the bed in a tangle of sheets. Tripping, desperate, he snags Ororo by the hem of her shirt. ]

Wait wait- wait.

[ The words choke him. He let Laura go, once, watched her leave in anger and hadn't been man enough to admit to anything until it was too late, until he was dying. He can't do that again.

Anguish colors his voice and gleams bright in his eyes. ]

Don't go. Please.

[ While she has every bit as much pride as she does, and he has given it a bit of a bruise, it isn't really Ororo's way to walk away from people. At least not the people that matter, and Logan has earned himself a place in her heart whether he wants it or not.

His words stop her, and when she twists out of his grip it is to turn around and look at him.

Her face is stern, but the hand she places on one of his cheeks is gentle. ]

You really need to make your mind up about whether or not you want me around.

I do.

[ Her hand is warm against his face, its softness belied by the hard look in her eyes, the cold air snapping at his skin. Ororo's pride isn't the only one getting dinged up today. As grossly anti-social as he feels, it's overridden by the sure, burning need to not be alone anymore. Being alone means staggering out and drinking until he can't see straight. ]

'Ro I don't- I don't know why the fuck we were brought here; I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do anymore. So I'll just shut the fuck up and listen, all right?

[ Ororo has been alone a lot in her life. Achingly, dangerously alone, and she knows now that she can handle it. She knows that she can walk down the path of her own existence with no one by her side and not make a complete mess of things.

That doesn't mean she wants to.

Logan's words are starker marks of the time that has passed for him than any amount of grey in his hair, because when has he ever been so willing to take on board what she says before? She honestly can't come up with an example.

Well, maybe during the battle at Alcatraz but that is a circumstance so extreme she isn't sure if it should count.

But as always, he tends toward extremes, something that makes her smile a little against her will. Finding a middle ground always has been a struggle for them. ]

You say that as if I have any answers at all about what's going on here. What do you want me to talk about?

[ Alcatraz, in the end, was the first of many such moments for him. The placing aside of his ego, really taking into account the knowledge she had to offer, the width and breadth of her experience. It didn't mean they never argued-- Hell would have frozen over first --but they grew accustomed to one another, and found that middle ground more often than not.

They were friends in a larger family, and losing them-- losing her --had been unbearable. ]

You.

[ All right, this being on his knees while he's hungover and wanting to claw his brains out from this headache has gotta end. Logan sits back against the bed, tipping his head back as well, and shields his eyes with a hand. Muffled, he continues, ]

A lotta bad shit happened twenty years ago, Storm. Don't tell me there's nothing to say about that.

[ A slight breeze follows him as he withdraws from his hand, coiling briefly around his head to cool his skin and maybe soothe that ache a tiny bit for a brief moment.

Then she sits down on the floor next to him, her back straight and her legs crossed. ]

I miss them so much, Logan.

[ A place as good as any to start, even if saying the words makes her want to just lay down on the floor and weep. ]

[ The cool breeze is appreciated. He's forgotten she can do that, truth be told, Storm's ability to coax even the softest whisper of air where it's needed.

Logan is homesick for her, for Westchester all of a sudden, an ache he feels even though she's sitting right there.

He has no somber, patronizing little "I know"s for her, but his other hand does leave his lap, to seek 'Ro's out beside him on the carpet. He's not all here, but he's here for her right now. ]

[ Her fingers find the spaces between his, turning his gesture of comfort just a little more intimate because right now she needs that, unless he minds terribly. ]

You know... I actually like running the school.

[ She is just stream of consciousness talking now, not really bothering with making sure that the read thread is immediately obvious and easy to follow.

Logan is a smart man, he can keep up. ]

I think I'm doing pretty good. But I was never supposed to have that job.

[ His fingers close on hers before relaxing again, quick and silent affirmation.

When he speaks, his voice is rough, eyes still hidden from the light, ]

You were the best at it.

[ His words are bleak reminders of the fate he has told her awaits her. A tragic, premature end to the story of her life. How do you even process that?

But she is on a different path, now. They both are. ]

It's really nice to know that you stuck around.

[ She wasn't sure that he would want to, after everything that happened. ]

[ She hadn't deserved that fate. None of them had. Ororo's passing had come too early, and all the same too late for what-ifs and what-might-have-beens. That was something he'd tried not to think about for so long, a wound that never quite healed right.

Logan shrugs. ]

For a while. Tried to leave a few times. [ He huffs, the noise a man makes when he's trying to keep his guts settled. ]

Never did take.

[ She lets out a huff too, that one being the sound of a woman hearing something not at all surprising, and therefore vaguely amusing. Of course he'd tried to leave, he never could admit to wanting a place to belong. At least not without putting up a hell of a fight about it first. ]

I hope I thanked you.

[ But she has her pride too, and when it comes to Logan it tends to lead her into clashes. ]

If not... thanks.

[ She turns her head to look at him, her thumb lightly brushing back and forth over his a couple of times. ]

Want me to get you some water?

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