He notices her shiver, and shrugs his jacket off with little thought as he places it over her.
MY BODY MAY BE HEALED, MY MIND MAY BE CLEAR, BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS WILL NEVER COME OFF.
"I ain't damn Wolverine. That's my kid."
The fire snapped and popped as he poked at it with a stick, stoking it's flames brighter and hotter, fending off the frost that threatened to creep into his camp.
James Logan Howlett.
He doesn't budget, allowing her her comfort, watching the surroundings carefully. The night sky twinkling above them, and the occasional nocturnal wildlife in the brush. Logan's eye's then cast down to Gabby.
Finally, a moment to relax.
His brows furrow as he kneels down onto the ground, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. A look of concern spreading on his features.
"You okay kid?"
