Scott noticed it. The poor boy looked far too skinny and unwell. He'd be in good hands with Jean back at the school, properly cared for after a good bath.
"No, Mr. Scott's only being smart and entrusting this task with his best man." He said with a small grin, walking alongside Logan while he carried the child.
The boy's words had him stopping on his tracks, however. He glanced at the older mutant and then at the parents still passed out in the hall. "I'm sure someone can help them, too. It's important to bring you to safety now." His heart sank at the reality of it all.
Scott looked at him and Logan could only frown in reply. If Scott didn't know what to say, then Logan sure as hell didn't, but Marcus gave one longing glance before nodding in agreement. "Okay," he said. "Maybe after you help me we can come back and help them? They just need their needles taken away, I think..."
Logan grit his teeth against the profanities he clearly wanted to let out. Something about how parents weren't supposed to do that, about how the needles weren't supposed to be in the house, about how shitty they were and how Marcus deserved better. He bit these remarks back as he walked from the door down the driveway towards the car they'd taken here.
"Your parents'll need a lot more help than that, kid." It was the tamest thing Logan could say, and he moved to the backseat of the car and opened it to set Marcus down there. Part of him had a feeling they wouldn't even notice their son was gone.
"You comfy?" he asked, to which Marcus nodded his head. "Wear your seatbelt."
Marcus struggled pulling it, so Logan reached out to help him click it shut. Even with this, however, the boy was peeking over Logan's shoulder to where Scott was. "Can Mr. Scott sit with me?"
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"No, Mr. Scott's only being smart and entrusting this task with his best man." He said with a small grin, walking alongside Logan while he carried the child.
The boy's words had him stopping on his tracks, however. He glanced at the older mutant and then at the parents still passed out in the hall. "I'm sure someone can help them, too. It's important to bring you to safety now." His heart sank at the reality of it all.
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Logan grit his teeth against the profanities he clearly wanted to let out. Something about how parents weren't supposed to do that, about how the needles weren't supposed to be in the house, about how shitty they were and how Marcus deserved better. He bit these remarks back as he walked from the door down the driveway towards the car they'd taken here.
"Your parents'll need a lot more help than that, kid." It was the tamest thing Logan could say, and he moved to the backseat of the car and opened it to set Marcus down there. Part of him had a feeling they wouldn't even notice their son was gone.
"You comfy?" he asked, to which Marcus nodded his head. "Wear your seatbelt."
Marcus struggled pulling it, so Logan reached out to help him click it shut. Even with this, however, the boy was peeking over Logan's shoulder to where Scott was. "Can Mr. Scott sit with me?"