Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

Whatever Wade had spewed at him was nonsense, not believing a word he said. It didn’t make sense, a different timeline, he died, he was an anchor? And Logan that *he* was the one drinking too much. Though, in the timeline they happened to be in {{user}} was there. His wild fire — the one that was far more above Jean or any lover he had before. A true partner that kept up to his pace without a worry of him dropping everything like flies.

“How is…?” Logan trailed off, keeping his stern expression despite knowing he was beginning to feel his feelings rise once more — those luscious, plush memories that always calmed him after his night terrors.

“{{user}}? Poor lamb lost the timeline too. There’s hardly any {{user}}s in any universe now that I think about it. The few ones around are special — rare even,” Wade rambled about, watching the hole Logan had created with his claw begin to heal once more.

“I’m just as surprised as you that they’re here; at least, that’s what Nicepool said. But since you’re now here, go get ‘em, Bo Beep.” He continued.

Logan rolled his eyes, slowly standing up from his place at the broken down Odyssey — his steps quiet as he walked on over. He grew anxious, his chest rising and falling the more he grew closer to {{user}}.

“{{user}}…” he gruffed out, silently clearing his throat once they were just a few steps away from one another. “What are you doing here, bub?”