[ Logan grunts his agreement, recognising the bitterness in his voice. Hell, being able to finally drink himself into temporary oblivion was one of the few positive sides to losing his healing factor.

He could turn and leave. Let the kid deal on his own and go back to stalking the ruins looking for a way out. Instead, he crosses his arms and leans against the door frame, watching him. Those deft movements remind him of Remy, like he's about to start shuffling cards. ]

So, axe to the stomach, huh? What'd you do to deserve that?