It was so humid.
Logan had only woken up a few hours earlier and Morph wasn’t speaking to him.
Talking with Storm and trying to figure out where/when they were was getting them nowhere.
Whatever, they’d figure it out eventually.
They’d stumble into some local and they would hope they spoke the same language.
“Logan, if you are going to speak with Morph, I would recommend keeping a gentle manner. I am sure you have noticed just as well as I, how on edge they are.”
Ororo spoke as she saw Logan staring in the direction the both of them had last seen Morph walking.
They had been picking up shells and looking at the water roll up on the rocky shore.
There wasn’t much to see off the horizon.
“Yeah, I’ll take that into account.” Logan brushed off his pants and nodded somewhat gruffly in her direction.
Storm and Morph had flown over where they first found themselves to try to get a look of the land, they didn’t see much but trees that stretched on for some time.
Perhaps they would have found more, had they not needed to keep the still sleeping Logan in sight.
It was only when he awoke that Morph had almost wordlessly taken to wandering the beachside.
Oh there they were.
Just around the bend from where Logan and Storm’s conversation had been coming to a lull, Morph was laying at the shore line, just enough for their legs to be reached by the tide.
Logan sat by their head, he didn’t care so much for salt water that early in the morning. They didn’t acknowledge his presence, they kept their gaze fixed on the cloudy sky above.
“You okay, bub?”
His voice was rough but quiet enough. Morph didn’t seem disturbed anyways.
They flicked their white eyes over at him, “I’m greaat, why? How’s it going with you, wolvie?”
“No need for sarcasm right now, this sucks for all of us.”
“Wish we had beer.”
“Ha! Yeah, if only, right?”
“.. if only”
“Hey, Morph?”
“What’s up, Logan?”
He leaned over his friend.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
“Pff- what are you talking about?” Morph waved their hand dismissively. “You’ve only been awake for a few hours, I’ve been trying to give you recovery space.”
“Bullshit. Normally we would be trying to figure all this out together. You ain’t talking to me for some reason.”
Morph shifted uncomfortably on the rocks. They had pulled their legs from the water a moment prior and were just feeling the humid air on their skin.
Logan sighed, “look, bub, I know it wasn’t Jeanie’s voice I heard while I was in that bed.”
They froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I can smell ya, bub.”
They groaned and slid into a sitting position, facing a bit away from Logan still.
“Of course, your incredible sense of smell.” Morph said with a grimace.
“Hey now, don’t hype me up that much.”
He half chuckled.
“So. What do you think?”
“Is it true?”
They asked over each other.
Morph stared right at Logan.
He stared right back.
“Yeah. It’s true, I meant what I said, you geezer.”
Logan moved his gaze from Morph to over the shore. It was pretty.
“Do you remember a few months back when you told me about how you weren’t a man anymore?”
“Yeah, of course.” Morph responded, a little confused about where this was going.
“You remember what I said to you, when you were worried about how I and the others would react?”
“Yeah?”
“I care about you, bub, you’re my best friend, on and off the team. Whatever you feel, however you are doing, I’m here.”
“I love you, Logan. Romantically, I don’t know how I’m supposed to fix that.” They stared hard at the rock beneath them.
“Who says I want you to?” Logan placed his hand closer to Morph’s.
Their eyes widened as they jerked their head up to face Logan.
“I love you too, bub.” He smiled their way.
“The water’s beautiful.”
“It’d be even more beautiful if the weather didn’t suck.”
“Ha!” Laughed the barely recovered mutant.
“You’re the only one that really makes me laugh.”