winds of change ~ wolverine

seven

By the end of dinner, my social battery was through the floor. Outside, the moon was out and many of the mansion's inhabitants had already retired to bed. I yawned as I stood to wash my plate in the sink. Logan was toweling off a cup as I approached. "Tired?" He commented, looking up briefly.

"Well I had that 9am this morning... which feels like last week to be honest." I started washing up as I spoke, scrubbing at the ceramic absently. "And let's not forget that I woke up kind of hungover."

He huffed a laugh as he put his cup away. "A lightweight if I've ever seen one."

I smiled, turning the tap off and starting to dry the plate. "Say what you will, but it's really cost efficient." 

As I scanned the cupboards looking for where to put my plate away, Logan took it from my hands and found its rightful spot. I thanked him quietly, trying to stifle another yawn and failing. "You look exhausted. Come on, I'll show you to your room." He said, shutting the cupboard door after him.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to tell a lady she looks tired?" I said back, smiling and blinking the sleep from my gaze. 

He deadpanned. "Yes."

I laughed. "Figures." Drying my hands and stepping a little closer to the table, I addressed the team with a smile. "Thank you for the lovely dinner everyone, but I am completely pooped, I think I'll turn in for the night."

I saw Charles look behind me to Logan with a focused gaze and wondered if he was speaking telepathically to him. But it only lasted a moment before the far away look melted again. I received a chorus of 'good night's and turned to follow Logan.

LOGAN'S POV

In my mind, I heard the Professor ask about the meeting we'd scheduled as Bailey announced her goodbye. She's had a lot thrown at her today, we can meet tomorrow. 

As Bailey turned to face me, I saw him nod subtly and took it as agreement, beginning to lead the way out of the kitchen and through the foyer to the staircase.

She followed silently, taking in every inch of what she hadn't yet seen of the impressive mansion as we went upstairs. "Remind me to tell the Professor he has exquisite taste in interior design." She said beside me.

"Oh he knows." I retorted as I reached the adults end of the dormitory and pulled the door open to one of the empty rooms. "This is you."

Stepping in, she whistled lowly. "Stunning." I'd brought her bag up before joining dinner and it now lay at the foot of the made bed. 

I smirked at her avid appreciation and gestured to the shut door on my left. "It's an ensuite, bathroom's in there. My rooms down the hall, last door on the right. Knock if you need anything."

She shook off her jacket as I spoke, laying it over the empty dresser and nodding to show she'd heard. "Got it." I turned to leave and she quickly spoke. "And... thank you."

I tipped my head. "No problem."

Bailey stopped me again with rushed words. "No, seriously. Thank you. Not just for the room, I mean thank you for bringing me here and showing me this place and for not actually fucking off when I told you to fuck off and... just, thank you."

I didn't expect her to admit any of that, so I just shook my head. "You don't have to thank me, Bailey." I stepped forward as I spoke and noticed she was turning her ring around her finger. I'd seen it enough by now to know she only did it when she was nervous. 

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be difficult and just say 'your welcome'."

"Oh-ho, I'm being difficult?" I echoed, pointing a finger at my chest.