He straightens up from where he's lounging, taking in the other side of the story. Lucina didn't give him much. Got the sense she didn't know much, frankly, and he wasn't going to give her the third degree while she was laid up.
After a second, he pushes the details aside. Feels like there's suddenly something more important to address first. ]
She didn't have to.
[ It wasn't hard to put two and two together; Lucina was in bad shape when he came to her door, and he's got no question that if Adrian could've healed her better, he would have. So whatever injuries she sustained, it must've been damn near fatal. Like Cassian—who Adrian had also only stabilized, not fully healed. ]
And it's a good thing I don't care what you think is a waste of my time. [ He takes a step forward. ] Look at me. I know you feel like shit about what happened, and that's something you're gonna have to learn to live with. But I happen to prefer both of you in one piece, so next time you start some shit that didn't get cleaned up, call me.
[ He nods slowly at first. It's good, actually, that Logan had discerned that particular fact for himself. Getting Lucina to understand the seriousness of what had happened to her is clearly going to take an entire army of people.
He knows that on some level, she's trying to be kind to him as well, downplaying it all... but that's just. That's a whole different problem.
The other part catches him off guard. Adrian was already a bit touchy, but when Logan steps forward his eyes narrow, an argument on the tip of his tongue.
There's a moment's hesitation, but Adrian does look up when Logan asks it of him. He doesn't immediately argue, the way he might with someone else. There is just something about Logan's presence that is... steady. As if he's the sort of person who can be relied upon. (Even despite the kind of state that Adrian usually finds him in.)
Adrian does, in fact, respect him. So his jaw clenches, but he nods. ] ...I will. I suppose that I've gotten accustomed to Fern and I handling this sort of thing together. I... appreciate your concern. [ He's working very hard not to decline it entirely. ] But you don't need to worry about me, really. I don't heal as quickly as you do, but I'm not human, either.
[ Adrian chews his lip again before adding: ] Mr. Logan... How do you live with it?
[ Hell, Logan is expecting an argument. He didn't come here to say what Adrian wants to hear. But Adrian doesn't, unhappy as he looks about it.
He can accept that.
His weight shifts. Yeah, well. He's known plenty who aren't human, mutants more powerful than him, and most of them didn't make it. There's a limit to everyone. He understands that better than most.
—The question makes him blink, thoughts sidelined. ]
I don't get a choice. [ That's the simple answer. Sometimes, he finds his reasons, and those are his good days—or weeks or even months—and sometimes, those reasons aren't enough. Even when they should be, they aren't always.
But he's still here either way. He still finds himself back with his own. ]
Turns out, when you're around people, you start listening to what they say. After a while, they might even convince you to stop feeling sorry for yourself.
[ Adrian's eyebrows draw together in gentle sympathy. He should have guessed. Logan had implied as much before, hadn't he? It must be strange, having to learn to live with... living.
In some ways, it's a bit of a relief. Deep down, he knows that there's very little that he can do to ensure that those he cares for aren't taken by some sudden accident, even outside of this foolish misstep he's made. With Logan, he'll never have to worry about that.
Yet, all the same, a life without end sounds truly exhausting.
He's glad that Logan has people. He's just not entirely certain of what to do with the idea that he might be one of them, in some way or another.
Wry: ] Fern would be the first to tell you that I don't listen to anyone. But... I am trying. [ Adrian breathes a sigh. ] Was there anything else?
[ A half-shrug meets Adrian's pinched brows. It's a part of what he is. He used to think of it as a curse; some days, he still does. Other times, he knows it's the sole reason he's done what he has. Kept people safe. Tried to, anyway.
He'll bet. He shouldn't be surprised. Every doctor's got a stubborn streak a mile wide.
Guess he isn't one to talk. ]
Maybe you oughta start with her.
[ He swings his leg back over his bike. In answer, the engine revs. Nah. He said what he wanted to say. The rest is up to Adrian. ]
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He straightens up from where he's lounging, taking in the other side of the story. Lucina didn't give him much. Got the sense she didn't know much, frankly, and he wasn't going to give her the third degree while she was laid up.
After a second, he pushes the details aside. Feels like there's suddenly something more important to address first. ]
She didn't have to.
[ It wasn't hard to put two and two together; Lucina was in bad shape when he came to her door, and he's got no question that if Adrian could've healed her better, he would have. So whatever injuries she sustained, it must've been damn near fatal. Like Cassian—who Adrian had also only stabilized, not fully healed. ]
And it's a good thing I don't care what you think is a waste of my time. [ He takes a step forward. ] Look at me. I know you feel like shit about what happened, and that's something you're gonna have to learn to live with. But I happen to prefer both of you in one piece, so next time you start some shit that didn't get cleaned up, call me.
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He knows that on some level, she's trying to be kind to him as well, downplaying it all... but that's just. That's a whole different problem.
The other part catches him off guard. Adrian was already a bit touchy, but when Logan steps forward his eyes narrow, an argument on the tip of his tongue.
There's a moment's hesitation, but Adrian does look up when Logan asks it of him. He doesn't immediately argue, the way he might with someone else. There is just something about Logan's presence that is... steady. As if he's the sort of person who can be relied upon. (Even despite the kind of state that Adrian usually finds him in.)
Adrian does, in fact, respect him. So his jaw clenches, but he nods. ] ...I will. I suppose that I've gotten accustomed to Fern and I handling this sort of thing together. I... appreciate your concern. [ He's working very hard not to decline it entirely. ] But you don't need to worry about me, really. I don't heal as quickly as you do, but I'm not human, either.
[ Adrian chews his lip again before adding: ] Mr. Logan... How do you live with it?
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He can accept that.
His weight shifts. Yeah, well. He's known plenty who aren't human, mutants more powerful than him, and most of them didn't make it. There's a limit to everyone. He understands that better than most.
—The question makes him blink, thoughts sidelined. ]
I don't get a choice. [ That's the simple answer. Sometimes, he finds his reasons, and those are his good days—or weeks or even months—and sometimes, those reasons aren't enough. Even when they should be, they aren't always.
But he's still here either way. He still finds himself back with his own. ]
Turns out, when you're around people, you start listening to what they say. After a while, they might even convince you to stop feeling sorry for yourself.
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In some ways, it's a bit of a relief. Deep down, he knows that there's very little that he can do to ensure that those he cares for aren't taken by some sudden accident, even outside of this foolish misstep he's made. With Logan, he'll never have to worry about that.
Yet, all the same, a life without end sounds truly exhausting.
He's glad that Logan has people. He's just not entirely certain of what to do with the idea that he might be one of them, in some way or another.
Wry: ] Fern would be the first to tell you that I don't listen to anyone. But... I am trying. [ Adrian breathes a sigh. ] Was there anything else?
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He'll bet. He shouldn't be surprised. Every doctor's got a stubborn streak a mile wide.
Guess he isn't one to talk. ]
Maybe you oughta start with her.
[ He swings his leg back over his bike. In answer, the engine revs. Nah. He said what he wanted to say. The rest is up to Adrian. ]