Slowly, Logan was trying to phase himself back into the mansion. He had stopped just drinking on the lawn and instead, he began to go inside. Usually, he’d catch up with Anna Marie. Or he’d check on Laura or Gabby and then leave just as quickly as he’d come in. The mansion was still a sore spot for Logan. He couldn’t go into the kitchen without remembering the way that he’d danced with Jean before she asked him to kill her. He couldn’t go into the library without remembering the way he’d use to argue with Scott over different tactics. The mansion was full of memories and most of them were bittersweet.
He stopped for another case of beer before heading back to the empty warehouse that he was currently squatting in. It wasn’t much of a home, but then again, he didn’t know anywhere other than the Mansion as home. It wasn’t much of a home anymore. Not when the two of the most important people inside were angry with him.
When Logan arrived back at the warehouse, he could sense that something was off. He took a deep breath in, but was thrown off when his senses came up empty. He placed the beer on the table and began to move stealthily through the warehouse. There was someone there. He couldn’t smell them, but he could sense it. He knew. Immediately, Logan unsheathed his claws and began to look to see what he was about to find.
When he located the source of his unease, Logan kept his distance, a low growl leaving his lips. He had gained a lot of enemies over the years, but this one… It wasn’t someone that he recognized. He stared for a long beat, before asking, “Who the fuck are you?”
He’s been careful to keep his scent masked on purpose, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. But he’s also aware of Logan’s abilities, of his skills. Daken can move quietly, but without knowing exactly where his target is he can’t move entirely silently. So it’s no surprise Logan picks up on his presence, even without a scent to detect. And he looks... both what he expected and not what he expected at the same time. Around the same age as the Logan of his world, the same roughness, the same claws.
But this is not his Logan. And now, it’s not just a matter of reminding himself of that - he can see it, something different in Logan’s demeanour, in his eyes. And the way he looks at Daken - like a stranger, a complete lack of recognition. It doesn’t surprise him - Daken’s already spent some time here, he has a feeling he didn’t quite exist in this universe, somehow. He’s a new presence, an unknown. But this.. this is confirmation. And he wasn’t quite as prepared for it as he thought.
“Interesting.” Daken says vaguely, not answering the question right away. The claws don’t worry him - his healing factor seems to be up to scratch right now, and in a fight he’s confident he can manage against Logan. The threat doesn’t worry him here. He’s more... curious, taking in the sight in front of him in Logan’s demeanour, his reaction. So ready to leap straight into a fight, claw-first-ask-questions-later. Again - the same but.. not the same.
He didn’t expect it to be so difficult, to face his father like this, even if this is not really his father.
Still, he doesn’t answer the question - not with words at least. Instead he does two things - first is to let his own claws extend, two from the knuckles and one from each wrist. The other is to ease back on his scent masking, letting it settle so his scent can gradually make its way back into the air. If Logan truly doesn’t recognise him by scent, Daken’s suspicions will be confirmed. “A ghost, it seems. Maybe not even your ghost.”