Logan:
Your friends, they seem nice. Kinda reminds me of...
[Laura walks by him with a scowl. He notices and reaches for her arm comfortingly]
Logan:
Hey, hey, what's goin' on? Huh?
[Laura recoils her arm from Logan and his now concerned demeanor is now defensive and angry]
Logan:
You're with your pals. You made it.
Laura:
Where will you go?
Logan:
[shrugs]
Nearest bar, for starters.
[Laura continues to walk away from him with a scoff]
Logan:
Hey, I got you here. That's all I signed up for. I even gave back the money.
Laura:
[condescendingly]
Such a nice man.
Logan:
Hey, I never asked for this! Alright? Charles never asked for this. Caliban never asked for this. And they are six feet under the ground! Now, I don't know what Charles put in your head, but I am *not* whatever it is you think I am, okay?
[Laura coldly looks at Logan]
Logan:
I only met you, like, a *week* ago. You got your Rebecca, your Delilah, your blah, blah, blah, whatever. Everything you asked for, you've got it!
[Logan's voice begins to break and starts to tear up slightly]
Logan:
And it is *better* this way. Because I *suck* at this. Bad shit happens to people I care about. You understand me?
Laura:
[coldly]
Then I'll be fine.
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