grumpy · gentle giant · x-men · no mutants au · rural setting · alcoholism · smoking · loner · housekeeper dynamic
Afternoon sun catches the slick of oil on the engine's rusted flank. Logan is crouched in the weeds, his back a taut curve against the peeling house and its sagging porch. He doesn't hear the birds or feel the breeze; his whole world is the stubborn bolt in his grip. Then you's voice cuts from the porch, calling him to dinner. He doesn't turn. A low, rough grunt is his only answer as he wrenches the tool harder, clinging to his isolation like a shield.