I didn't go over this in the last chapter but you've known Logan for a really long time, so he calls you 'pip', short for pipsqueak. Which is meant more for your personality than your height.
TRIGGER WARNING ATTEMPTED SUICIDE MENTION
~~~~( Logan POV)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" You got a problem bub?" I asked Charles as soon as I knew (Y/n) was out of hearing range.
" I could ask you the same thing." He spat giving me a rude look.
" The Hell you talkin' 'bout?" I asked putting away pip's unfinished food.
" You two seem awfully close." Charles said, the jealousy clear in his voice.
" Yes, the girl that's been friends with me since we were children is gonna be closer than the guy she thinks hates her." Logan said sarcastically.
" Yeah, I'm sure friends just cuddle, no second thought." Charles said sitting up straight.
" Jesus Christ." I mumbled under my breath.
" What? No go ahead, explain." Charles cockily said gesturing towards me.
I look at Erik, even he knows what's up, and Charles knew her longer than he did.
" What?" Charles asked the two men.
I let out a sigh and sat back down " You really don't know?" my question came out s more of a statement than an actual question.
" What?" Charles asked again, getting slightly louder.
" Let me ask you a question Charles, " I paused making sure I had his attention. " What is a strong mutant supposed to do with their powers if they don't have a use for them?" I asked, wondering if he had caught on yet.
" I," It seemed as if he was beginning to catch on, but I cut him off " Or better yet, imagine this."
I began, pouring myself alcohol " You're a strong mutant in a world where people like you aren't accepted. You've accidently hurt people before and it haunts you every day, but you can't release the energy in fear of other people getting hurt. You don't know what to do and you just want to end it all." I looked at Charles and he looked sad, he had definitely caught on. Well, might as well lay it on thick.
" But you can't. You try and you try and you try, but each time you're back to normal, stuck, not going anywhere. You are on the verge of a literal explosion and it's all too overwhelming, the voices in your head, other peoples and our own, the emotions of other people when you can barely control your own, and you're always alone, but never fully by yourself." I look him dead in the eyes, and he has a few tears leaking out.
" Stop." He whimpered sadly.
" Hold on not even to the good part." I say downing the rest of my drink.
" You're running out of ideas, but suddenly you snap. You leave everything you own, and run away to the most deserted place you know, no people, no emotions, no problem right?" I ask sarcastically just trying to make him feel bad now.
" Wrong. Your powers are now thriving on other people, you can live without it, so it expands, looks for something happy to feed on because your life leads to nothing but pain and loneliness, but you don't want anyone hurt, so you bear through the pain while your power that you couldn't control in the first place gets stronger than it already was. So you give up, you just sleep, just give up." I look back at the brit again and see is is almost bawling now.
" But. One day. Two people put actual effort into finding you. They tell you you're the same and that they can help you control what you're capable of. And you believed them, and you followed them, and you would do anything for them, because in your eyes, they saved you. And you would do anything to show them how thankful you were because they were your world now." I pause looking at Charles, he was still crying and was starting to look kinda angry.
