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[ That... was a lot. Logan doesn't really know what to say, but feels he at least owes the bewildered look on X'rhun's face an explanation.

So he stays seated, but he shrugs in response. ]

You were sleeping. Probably better to do that at home.

[X'rhun sags in relief. He doesn't even know what--

He just rubs his hands over his face. He's too tired for this chocoboshite.]

I didn't even realize--

[That he'd fallen asleep.

Or who he's speaking to, still. He's still riding the initial shot of adrenaline and still it clouds his perception.]

Yeah. [ Logan gets it. ] Don't worry about it.

[ He thinks it's been a rough fucking month for everybody. He's not sure when he's last slept for more than an hour at a time, and he doesn't even have the eye problem that everyone else apparently does. ]

Remember that... gentleman thing? Offer still stands.

["Gentleman thing"? What gentleman th--]

... Oh.

[Now X'rhun realizes just who is with him, and he peeks out through his fingers. He knows this man, and he's sure he knows the name too but... he cant seem to recall it. It's on the tip of his tongue, like a dream he had days ago.

Ah, well, he's spent weeks not knowing the man's name, he can survive a few more minutes without that knowledge.]

How gallant of you! [X'rhun reaches out and pats him on the arm, a small, soft smile on his face.] Very well, I accept.

You remember where my house is, yes?

[ With the agreement, Logan gets to his feet, taking his thurible with him and managing a small 'heh'. ] Yeah, I remember. [ Kind of hard to forget a place he'd walked to with mystical deer.

Logan's going to offer his free arm, bent at the elbow. He's not sure how weak X'rhun feels right now, but he's not about to assume. A gesture like this could easily be misconstrued as "playing the gentlemanly part", even if in truth, Logan's just hoping to support X'rhun's weight if he needs it. ]

Come on, then. [ Pause. ] Uh. Sir.

[The Miqo'te chuckles, a small hint of his usual cheer coming back. He hasn't had much reason to laugh lately, not with everything going on, the aches of his body (and his lack of painkillers now), the bandage over his cheek and everything he's done to save people, but the image of a rough man trying to play the chivalrous knight is too endearing.

He tucks his hand into the crook of Logan's elbow, accepting the offer, and stands. He can handle his own weight at least, but he's grateful for the assistance all the same, when the endless night is still a huge hindrance.]

Lead the way, Ser Knight! [His ears wiggle in sheer amusement over the situation.]

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Oh. [ A very mild surprise. ] So I'm a knight now.

[ But he leaves the church with X'rhun in tow, one arm bent for him to hold and the other keeping the thurible at their side. The beasts that they come near hiss and recoil, running each time the scent of the incense comes near, and Logan walks at a slower pace so as not to rush X'rhun at his side. ]

You've been busy, huh. [ Not that Logan's one to talk, but he does have a healing factor to make up for any especially awful fatigue. ]

Mrr. [X'rhun places his other hand on Logan's arm as well, lacing his fingers together much in the way a lady would on her man's arm. They may be two adult men and X'rhun is too weathered to be a young maid, though they do have the height difference somewhat right.] I cannot in good faith allow myself to be idle, not when this situation has gone on long enough.

[Not when he can hear and smell the beasts, his tail slightly stiff as they walk due to wariness.]

And I would indeed like Sodder back.

[ Sodder. Her name makes Logan huff a bit through flared nostrils, but he can't say X'rhun's wrong. He wants her back, too, even if he'd spent most of September unsure if she was real.

Though he supposes he wants her back more because she seems to represent hope around here, and he's well-aware of the power of that.

His answer is simple: ] Me too.

This place was weird enough before she went missing.

Aye. None of the previous happenings in Deerington had been as bad as this.

[August could have qualified as something awful... though more mentally taxing than anything. But this is undoubtedly worse, because it challenges the entirety of one's being.]

So far, [he amends. He's sure the Mother Superior will simply find something worse to do should they successfully find Sodder again.

X'rhun sighs. He wants to give in to the urge to lean himself against Logan's shoulder, let him take the Miqo'te's weight... but no. His house is not far from the church, surely he can walk across those streets on his own two feet and only need Logan as a guide.

Wait. Did he just...]

Logan? [Is that the man's name?]

[ Having only been around a month, Logan can't say he knows what those "previous happenings" entailed.

He does, however, recognise his own name, and turns his head briefly to look down at the top of X'rhun's head. ] What? [ He's not even a little concerned by the fact that he knows his name. ]

[X'rhun looks up at Logan, ears wiggling. So the man's name really is Logan, and X'rhun is... remembering some things about what happened back then.

It still seems like a far-off dream for him, more of the puzzle pieces missing than not. A spell-- Flare? too large and uncontrolled to be Verflare-- and a thaumaturge's rod, much ado about soul crystals, and Azeyma roses everywhere...

What a strange journey Logan must have gone through.

Oh right. Logan's expecting him to say something, isn't he?]

... Would you like to stay for a drink or two? You strike me as a beer type of fellow. [Good enough.]

At your place? [ He remembers the last time he drank beer, though. Remembers when he let himself get wasted at Majima's behest, laughed his ass off after half a bottle, and then passed out on one of the dirty tables.

...yeah, he's definitely not good at holding any drink without the healing factor. ]

Uh... you got juice?

No, juice is too sweet for my liking... [Because it has so much sugar.

Though that is a bit of a surprise, Logan asking for juice rather that something stronger, after what they've gone through. X'rhun himself has been hankering to drown himself in alcohol.]

Tea? Or mayhap milk.

[ Logan perks up noticeably at the mention of milk. It's actually a little embarrassing.

But he tries to play it cool, regardless. ] Milk's fine.

[X'rhun does notice how Logan seems to brighten at the mention of milk, and he wants to laugh. But that's rude-- so he instead smiles widely in a bright grin.]

Excellent! [Even with how tired he is, the heavy shadows underneath his eyes and the strain on his face, X'rhun still manages to be so cheerful. It might as well be one of his superpowers.]

Fortunately for you, there's still a carton I have not yet opened, so it's as fresh as could be.

Well. [ He almost smiles himself, but in typical Wolverine fashion, hides the sentiment behind a well-placed attempt to look elsewhere. ] Thanks.

It's cow's milk, right?

Aye. I doubt there's any other kind here in Deerington, in any case.

[Which is a shame, he thinks. He prefers yak milk.]

Do you prefer it warmed or not?

Hey, I'm happy with any milk long's it's full cream. [ Whoever invented 2% and skimmed and low fat shit ought to go to their own private hell, in Logan's opinion.

It's such a stupid thing to think about in the middle of hell like this, but the mundane feeling of it all is comforting in its own weird way.

X'rhun's place isn't too far now. They're coming up to a turn that'll take them to the street. ]

Besides, think warm milk'd just make me sleepy.

Being honest with you, my friend... I think you do need the sleep. [X'rhun squints up at him, just to make sure... Definitely deep shadows under Logan's eyes, right there. That he can actually see them in the dim light tells X'rhun more than what he'd like to know.]

More than I do, perhaps.

[ Logan won't even deny it. ] Yeah, I sure as hell do.

[ But there're still things to do, and people still need help.

Moving his thurible to the hand that's closer to X'rhun, he brings his free one up to rub lightly at one eye with his fist. ]

I got a long nap on my to-do list, believe me.

[X'rhun's eyes flick down to the thurible and reaches out to gently pluck it from Logan's hand. Let him carry that thing for you, buddy.]

Rest at my house, then. I've more than enough sleeping space for visitors.

Huh? [ It's a kind offer. Logan's mouth pulls into an awkward twist that's not quite a smile. ] ...nah, it's okay.

After a glass of warm milk, pretty sure I'd be out for days.

You make that prospect sound so undesirable. [X'rhun sighs and shakes his head.]

How stubborn you are.

Yeah, [ he snorts, faintly amused ] I get that a lot.

Can't afford to sleep too long now, though. Maybe when the world calms back down.

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