Excuse him as he says that out loud when he didn't entirely mean to, although he doesn't seem to notice anyway. Logan's breed of horrified is generally understated, and it is now, muttered in two syllables, and he isn't really talking about himself, there, because she's wrong. She's never almost killed him. But he's met someone not too unlike her who has.
Those are a lot of numbers. Big where they shouldn't be, small where he'd prefer them not to be. His gaze wanders for her claws, but he doesn't put his own on display, meeting her sidelong glance only briefly.
"I was told I chose it." A beat. "You know the name Stryker?"
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Excuse him as he says that out loud when he didn't entirely mean to, although he doesn't seem to notice anyway. Logan's breed of horrified is generally understated, and it is now, muttered in two syllables, and he isn't really talking about himself, there, because she's wrong. She's never almost killed him. But he's met someone not too unlike her who has.
Those are a lot of numbers. Big where they shouldn't be, small where he'd prefer them not to be. His gaze wanders for her claws, but he doesn't put his own on display, meeting her sidelong glance only briefly.
"I was told I chose it." A beat. "You know the name Stryker?"