Accoutrements! [It's as close to chirping as Cooper can get, which is still pretty mellow, but even so...] You never said what kind of cookies they were, so I thought it'd be best to get a wide range of toppings. Keeps your options broad that way.
["Yours", not "theirs", but it's clear he's not planning on leaving anytime soon.]
You don't seem like a raisin fella, and I didn't want to take a chance on nuts just in case there might be any allergies I'm not aware of. But sprinkles are a classic everyone likes.
Good to see my gut feeling paid off. [#empathlife]
—Really? [He folds his hands, fingers overlapping, and considers Logan like he can't believe it.] The only thing you'd find them on more than cookies is ice cream. Do you eat many sweet things?
[Most people would take a look at a guy like Logan and figure, probably not. But Cooper loves it when his expectations are subverted (as long as it doesn't lead to anything profoundly dangerous or negative) and Logan is the perfect person for that, he thinks.]
Sure. [ For one thing, he likes ice cream and fizzy pop more than he cares to admit, though less because of the taste and more of the feeling. Fizz tickles his throat and ice cream is good post-missions when he's trying to get the heat in his body to calm down-- and the kids seem to get a real kick watching him grab a gallon from the freezer and sit his ass on the sofa to eat it all in one go. ]
I'll eat sweet things.
[ But given he doesn't care about taste or presentation, sprinkles just never entered his radar. ]
[For Cooper, quality is split between taste and appearance equally. Sure, it would be nice to eat a warm cherry pie bursting with flavor, but it would be so much nicer to have one with a lattice design on the crust that makes it look like the kind you'd see on TV or under the glass case at a quiet, cheerful diner. And cookies are practically made to be decorated anyway, so...]
Hm? I'm just surprised they slipped under your radar. It's easy to forget that, despite having such a long life, you haven't experienced everything.
[ The mixing's more or less done, so Logan moves on to the trays. There's a very methodical way to his movements; clearly he's not baking to make himself any happier. ]
Actually, I'd prefer if experiences just left me the hell alone.
I can sympathize. You haven't experienced everything, but that doesn't mean you haven't seen enough.
[Cooper moves out of Logan's way, seating himself at the kitchen table where he busies himself with picking at the frayed tasseled ends of a dish cloth which was at one point presumably meant to have decorative edges. He watches Logan without staring.]
But you don't mean that entirely. [He sounds sure, but tentative. Talking to the other man is like dealing with an actual wolverine — you either run at it and risk spooking it and getting your face ripped off if it doesn't run first, or you take things slow and gentle.] Not everything has been awful, has it?
No. [ Because Logan isn't dramatic enough to think that everything can only be one thing. ] Doesn't make me any more excited for the rest of my life, though.
[ Which is, he's starting to think, going to last a few more centuries.
Cookie making isn't supposed to get him thinking about shit like his immortality and the state of his life, however. If anything, he'd rather be having a conversation like this in some shitty bar drinking shitty beer.
Instead, he fills the first tray and starts work on the second. ]
World's got a way of surprising you with how much terrible shit it can sling in your face.
It can also surprise you with how much good can come from it, too.
[There's no judgment in the way Cooper speaks. For him, he's just stating a fact. All the same, he's not presumptuous enough to think he can change anyone's worldview, especially when they've gone through enough to make them arrive to the point where they're willing to believe something that cynical to begin with. Logan's life has been filled with people who've used and abused him on top of the ones who hate him just for living. If Cooper started picking apart his viewpoints, he'd be just as bad as the people who made him this way.]
That's the thing about surprises. Who's to say you're ever going to keep getting the same one just because you're used to it?
You know, [ he's just going to... top some of the cookies with sprinkles ] you talk like how the kids' books would sound.
[ And by that, he means Cooper's got this hope about him that leaves Logan more than a little dumbfounded. It's not a bad thing, not by a long shot, but it certainly has him having to hold back the weary smiles that threaten to break his expression.
Hope just feels so fucking far for him specifically. He can hope for others, he can think the best for them, but for himself?
Logan pops two trays into the oven. ]
All right. [ He looks to Cooper then, hands on his hips as he straightens. ] Give me examples of good surprises.
[Cooper's laugh is short, more of a chuckle really.] Considering how well some of them are written, I'll take that as a compliment.
—Well. [He shifts in his chair, gives up on getting totally comfy from this angle, then gets up and turns the whole thing so that it's facing Logan's end of the room. He sits back down again, straddling it backwards so he's leaned against the backrest with his elbows and chin propped on top of it.] I woke up today. That was nice. You never know when the day'll come when you won't, so I take the ones where I do very seriously.
[Dead. Seriously.]
And then I got your text. Cookies were the last thing on my mind, but here they are, and here you are. [He grins, just a liiiittle bit mischievously.] That was surprising.
Oh. [ His brows furrow, arms crossing a little tighter as his mouth tilts. ] You thought you were getting cookies out of this?
[ Logan's poker face is good enough that it's hard to tell if he's being serious or not. He isn't, though, for what it's worth, especially because a particularly tight feeling is in his chest at the mere idea of being counted as a "good surprise". Naturally, Logan doesn't pay more attention to that than he should.
The smell of the cookies starts to waft in the air, strong enough that you won't need a nose like Logan's to pick it up. ]
[He should get a medal for being so controlled; you never would've guessed he was anything but serious with a face like that. But Cooper's always had a way of reading people. For him, reading emotions and picking up feelings comes to him as naturally as telling time. At worst, it's like working out an equation where the pieces slowly but innately fall into their proper places the deeper you look at it.
Logan's a little like that right now. The more Cooper looks at him, the more he feels like buzzing, particularly in the core of his chest where it feels the most concentrated. He may be stingy with his cookies, but he's very generous with his gratitude.]
You know what they say about silly rabbits. [You'd think he wasn't intending for Logan to hear that, pitched in an oh well tone under his breath, but c'mon. Look who you're dealing with here.]
Shut up, Cooper. [ There's a significant lack of venom there, however. In fact, it's just about the gentlest "shut up" Logan's ever said in his life. With the cookies in the oven on the halfway mark towards completion, he finds another tray to wash and line with paper. ]
If anyone's a "silly rabbit", it's you.
[ He puts the cookie dough down onto the tray, spoon by careful spoon, and furrows his brows in concentration as he does it. ]
And if you really want cookies, [ straightening, Logan opens a drawer and pulls two spoons out to hand them Cooper's way ] you're gonna earn 'em.
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["Yours", not "theirs", but it's clear he's not planning on leaving anytime soon.]
You don't seem like a raisin fella, and I didn't want to take a chance on nuts just in case there might be any allergies I'm not aware of. But sprinkles are a classic everyone likes.
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Sprinkles're the colourful ones, right?
Never tried 'em.
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—Really? [He folds his hands, fingers overlapping, and considers Logan like he can't believe it.] The only thing you'd find them on more than cookies is ice cream. Do you eat many sweet things?
[Most people would take a look at a guy like Logan and figure, probably not. But Cooper loves it when his expectations are subverted (as long as it doesn't lead to anything profoundly dangerous or negative) and Logan is the perfect person for that, he thinks.]
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I'll eat sweet things.
[ But given he doesn't care about taste or presentation, sprinkles just never entered his radar. ]
What's with the look on your face?
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Hm? I'm just surprised they slipped under your radar. It's easy to forget that, despite having such a long life, you haven't experienced everything.
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[ The mixing's more or less done, so Logan moves on to the trays. There's a very methodical way to his movements; clearly he's not baking to make himself any happier. ]
Actually, I'd prefer if experiences just left me the hell alone.
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[Cooper moves out of Logan's way, seating himself at the kitchen table where he busies himself with picking at the frayed tasseled ends of a dish cloth which was at one point presumably meant to have decorative edges. He watches Logan without staring.]
But you don't mean that entirely. [He sounds sure, but tentative. Talking to the other man is like dealing with an actual wolverine — you either run at it and risk spooking it and getting your face ripped off if it doesn't run first, or you take things slow and gentle.] Not everything has been awful, has it?
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[ Which is, he's starting to think, going to last a few more centuries.
Cookie making isn't supposed to get him thinking about shit like his immortality and the state of his life, however. If anything, he'd rather be having a conversation like this in some shitty bar drinking shitty beer.
Instead, he fills the first tray and starts work on the second. ]
World's got a way of surprising you with how much terrible shit it can sling in your face.
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[There's no judgment in the way Cooper speaks. For him, he's just stating a fact. All the same, he's not presumptuous enough to think he can change anyone's worldview, especially when they've gone through enough to make them arrive to the point where they're willing to believe something that cynical to begin with. Logan's life has been filled with people who've used and abused him on top of the ones who hate him just for living. If Cooper started picking apart his viewpoints, he'd be just as bad as the people who made him this way.]
That's the thing about surprises. Who's to say you're ever going to keep getting the same one just because you're used to it?
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[ And by that, he means Cooper's got this hope about him that leaves Logan more than a little dumbfounded. It's not a bad thing, not by a long shot, but it certainly has him having to hold back the weary smiles that threaten to break his expression.
Hope just feels so fucking far for him specifically. He can hope for others, he can think the best for them, but for himself?
Logan pops two trays into the oven. ]
All right. [ He looks to Cooper then, hands on his hips as he straightens. ] Give me examples of good surprises.
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—Well. [He shifts in his chair, gives up on getting totally comfy from this angle, then gets up and turns the whole thing so that it's facing Logan's end of the room. He sits back down again, straddling it backwards so he's leaned against the backrest with his elbows and chin propped on top of it.] I woke up today. That was nice. You never know when the day'll come when you won't, so I take the ones where I do very seriously.
[Dead. Seriously.]
And then I got your text. Cookies were the last thing on my mind, but here they are, and here you are. [He grins, just a liiiittle bit mischievously.] That was surprising.
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[ Logan's poker face is good enough that it's hard to tell if he's being serious or not. He isn't, though, for what it's worth, especially because a particularly tight feeling is in his chest at the mere idea of being counted as a "good surprise". Naturally, Logan doesn't pay more attention to that than he should.
The smell of the cookies starts to waft in the air, strong enough that you won't need a nose like Logan's to pick it up. ]
You, when you left my Trix behind?
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Logan's a little like that right now. The more Cooper looks at him, the more he feels like buzzing, particularly in the core of his chest where it feels the most concentrated. He may be stingy with his cookies, but he's very generous with his gratitude.]
You know what they say about silly rabbits. [You'd think he wasn't intending for Logan to hear that, pitched in an oh well tone under his breath, but c'mon. Look who you're dealing with here.]
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If anyone's a "silly rabbit", it's you.
[ He puts the cookie dough down onto the tray, spoon by careful spoon, and furrows his brows in concentration as he does it. ]
And if you really want cookies, [ straightening, Logan opens a drawer and pulls two spoons out to hand them Cooper's way ] you're gonna earn 'em.