He wasn't sure what he'd said or what he'd done and confusion was painted across his face. He'd sat up and watched Logan, trying to puzzle out what him he meant. The guns made it obvious.
"What the fuck..." he said as he got up out of bed. "What are you talking about? What are you thinking? Put those back." He reached for the guns, knowing they weren't loaded and weren't dangerous...but they were still guns and demanded respect.
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Date: 2011-06-30 02:26 am (UTC)"What the fuck..." he said as he got up out of bed. "What are you talking about? What are you thinking? Put those back." He reached for the guns, knowing they weren't loaded and weren't dangerous...but they were still guns and demanded respect.