inbox; deerington

[danzan]

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[therapissed]

That... Why would that make me feel better? [Logan, why?] And why did you do that?

[danzan]

I dunno, petty vindication? [ Logan using the word "vindication" aside, he's had... special friends over the years, needless to say. With special senses of humour.

The question is easier to address, at least. ] There was a parasite inside me and I had to get it out.

[therapissed]

... Do I even want to know how you got a parasite in you that you decided to remove yourself instead of going to a hospital?

[danzan]

Nope.

Doctor part of you'd just get mad.

[therapissed]

Would it help if I said I don't have an MD?

[danzan]

Not really, 'cause then you'd just think I'm a dumbass.

[therapissed]

Don't take it personally. I know a lot of dumbasses. You're not as bad as a lot of them, and at least you're better suited to surviving extra dumb moments. Like performing surgery on yourself without sterilised equipment to get a parasite out with what I'm guessing were your bare hands.

[... Okay he might be judging a little. But he's also a tiny bit admiring of that survivor's instinct there.]

[danzan]

God, you're a bitch. [ Logan grins a bit as he says it, though, shaking his head. He ends up picking the bowl of pumpkin soup up to drink directly from it, and when he puts it down he licks the orange off his top lip. ]

...but. Yeah. That was how it went.

[ He picks up a pineapple, eating it with a shrug. ]

To be fair, I was in a private hospital room kinda thing. But sterilisation wasn't on my mind.

[therapissed]

Mm, it's funny how it often isn't on anyone's mind in the moment. Still, at least you survived to tell the tale.

[danzan]

I heal. I'd say it's cheating.

[therapissed]

I don't care if you cheated. I prefer you alive. Corpses are... I don't want to say useless, but...

[Yeah. He prefers the company of the living.]

[danzan]

[ Logan finishes the sentence easily: ] Worse smellin'.

...but just by a little bit.

[ You know, since he reeks of blood and all these days. No matter how hard he scrubs in the shower, the Deerington horrors make him smell like shit anyway. ]

[therapissed]

By a lot, thanks. I've dealt with enough of them for one lifetime.

[Shaking his head, glancing at Logan's bowl.]

... Want some more soup? Tea?

[danzan]

Hn? [ His tummy might make another sound, but the question makes him feel a little like he's imposed. ] Nah. I'm okay.

But I got a kid at home... if you ain't gonna keep all this I can take some back to her. [ Wouldn't want to be wasteful. ]

[therapissed]

... Did you adopt already? [Just quietly staring.

... And refilling that bowl anyway because he heard that rumble.] Uh, yeah, I'll pack some for you to take.

[danzan]

It's not-- I didn't adopt a kid.

[ Damn it. That's, what, four people now? Five? Logan brings his bowl up to sip, looking mildly affronted. ]

She just lives with me. We were assigned when I first got here.

[therapissed]

Oh. [That makes sense (in a very Deerington kind of way).] Who?

[danzan]

Her name's Henry. [ Logan's not going to give a last name, instead waiting to see if Bruce recognises just the first. ]

[therapissed]

... Wait, Henry Cole? [Yeah, he knows her. But he doesn't know if Logan knows about her, so instead he asks, a bit hesitantly:] Is she... okay? She came to see me a while back to see if I might be able to help her... Said her prescription medication wasn't working right in Deerington.

[danzan]

[ Now that has both of Logan's brows lifting. ]

She's taking meds?

[ Because that changes a lot of what he perceived about her powers, and what he'd initially believed to be something triggered by emotional stress might actually just be... ]

She's all right. Pissy as all hell. [ But that's Henry. And Logan doesn't want to mention the most recent teleporting incident. ] I didn't know she needed medication.

[therapissed]

I'd be pissy too if I was her. [Just saying. His own 'powers' are annoying, and at least his don't get preceded by seizures and panic attacks.] And... I'm not sure she needs the medication. Seems to be more of a placebo for her.

[Running a hand through his hair as he thinks, wrestling with what he can and can't say to Logan. Sure, he might not have taken the Hippocratic oath, or be sworn to doctor-patient confidentiality, but... It still feels wrong just spilling all of Henry's secrets, so he has to tread carefully.]

How much has she told you about herself?

[danzan]

[ The question has Logan's head tilting. Suspicious.

He has a feeling he knows what Bruce is getting at (which is surprising as hell; how would he know?), but it's unspoken mutant etiquette not to reveal this sort of shit to just anyone.

So Logan just says, ] How much has she told you?

[therapissed]

Logan, she came to me as a patient. I can't tell you everything that we discussed, especially when she asked me not to.

[Sighing and rubbing a hand over his face.] I only brought up the medication since you're... acting as her guardian.

... And I'm worried about her.

[danzan]

Well, I know some shit about her that I know I can't discuss with just anyone, either. [ You know, the X-Men (really, just Magneto) aside, but given that the X-Men's entire shtick was making sure that powered youths had a channel to understand their powers... ]

I'm worried about her, too. I'm worried she's gonna put herself in danger one of these days because she's stubborn as shit about running away from her problems instead of talk about them.

But forcing her to confront her shit ain't gonna help, either. [ A soft huff. ] Ain't ideal, but I want her to trust me, not hate me.

[therapissed]

I know, I'm the king of avoidance. [Smiles wryly.] Just... let me know if she gets in any trouble. She came to me for help, and I'd hate for her to think there's no point to reaching out. [Because she's young, she's scared, and she needs to survive. As much as Bruce is loathe to admit it, mostly, he can acknowledge you need friends to survive.]