"We'll get it to go," he promised. The way the clothes fit made him look like he was slouching along, rather than the regular upright posture and squared shoulders. He looked like...kind of like Logan used to- and still did at times.

He went into the kitchen and didn't actually stop. He picked up some muffins, a bit of cheese and the end of a loaf of bread as he passed through. Just what he could carry.

"Open the door for me? My hands are full," he said, shooting Logan a hungry look.