Crash of Worlds

06

The atmosphere was more than heavy within the cabin, Logan, now the jet had levelled took to taking his jacket off and left it hanging over the armrest of his chair. He was far from ready for whatever these two were about to dish out to each other; he had seen enough, it was usually always a battle of words with them, both were too similar and too clever sometimes for their own good. It was more than easy to see how they were friends; they clearly had a lot of similarities. The fact that Charles never gave up on Erik says it all, even Alethea had told Logan that Erik was good deep down; Logan wasn't sure, he'd been flung around by the man too often to count, if it meant looking out for himself, Logan was sure Erik could be good.

No matter the time, the timeline, the reality, Logan was rather sure him and Erik were never meant to be friends. There were surely fixed points that were always destined to happen, crossing paths with Erik was very well always present, and they were always on different sides.

Shaking his head slowly, he raised an eyebrow when Alethea's eyes flicked awkwardly up at him. Even she could sense that behind her was something, she just didn't know that something was Charles looking beyond livid at Erik, and Erik seemingly more than comfortable on the sofa; truly, he looked like he hadn't just been busted out of jail. He had changed and seemed comfortable with the clothes Alethea gave him, his long legs were stretched out into the aisle, seemingly not caring if Logan or Alethea needed or wanted to go see Hank or sit up near Charles that they'd have to climb over his legs. His arms were stretched along the back of the sofa, and he honestly just seemed either ignorant to the looks Charles was sending his way, or he was preparing for whatever Charles would shoot his way.

Regardless, Logan turned to his jacket and sought to finding one of his cigars. It had been a rough time, he needed something to detox from this, smoking was as far removed as detoxing as possible, but Logan really needed something. Though in saying that, his eyes flicked to the side, there was a small kitchenette area, mini-bar included, raising an eyebrow and sitting back in his chair, he turned the cigar over in his hands thoughtfully. Perhaps having a little look at what was provided also wouldn't hurt.

Feeling something nudge his shin, Logan frowned suddenly at Alethea, she just raised an eyebrow too. His thoughtfully blank face while turning his cigar over was disconcerting to her; more so to the fact that he was totally eyeballing the mini-bar. She doubted he was like drunk Charles, but she needed someone present who had their wits about them to try and keep things under control. Hank could only do so much, being the pilot of the jet and all. Charles was always going to lose his cool the moment Erik was before him, and Erik pushed all the wrong buttons at the best of times, even she was waiting for an argument to kick off. She couldn't defuse that alone, she'd rather Logan not start raiding the bar, at least not yet. Let them have their moment first, then he could drink, by all means.

Logan just stared at her, not wholly appreciating her kicking him in the leg, not that it hurt, but it got his attention back to the present, honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent alcoholic drink, the future was void of most things. Alethea flicked a page of her paper with a pointed look at him before slowly nodding her head backwards, Logan tapped the cigar in his palm and leaned forwards, she was still resting her arms on the table and watched him draw close.

"This won't be pretty," Alethea said beating Logan to it, she watched him open his mouth to speak before nodding slowly, he couldn't disagree with her words. She turned hesitantly and looked around her chair, snapping back forwards again, her expression was wide eyed and concerned as she looked at Logan worriedly. "Do they argue a lot in your time?"

He didn't know how to answer that, it was a battle of wits with them, sure. But also, both did have their own teams which constantly fought, that just bought Logan back to many memories of being thrown about like Erik's personal stress ball. Alethea's eyes widened at the fact that his expression turned extremely grim. Logan's eyes widened, she clearly took that as a yes, but also it was worse than she thought. He went to try and explain but stopped when Erik finally spoke, someone had to break the silence and the man could clearly hear them two whispering about, well, Alethea more so as Logan hadn't spoken yet.