💑 + Were there ever any signs that Logan was different from other children? What was he like growing up?
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"Of course there were." John is first to break the silence. "Unfortunately, his health problems were... Evident, from a young age. I remember when he was starting to crawl, he always seemed to want to. He'd get the biggest smile on his little face," John's staring at nothing now, as though watching through time, and his own expression grows fond. "He'd manage for a bit, but if he tried crawling too fast, he'd start coughing. Or he'd only be able to go a few paces, then start fussing." He's frowning now. "He was slow to walk, too. And he insisted on being held - I wonder now if it's because he caught chills easily. Or perhaps he knew-"
"It's the way of an animal to want to cuddle up to its master." Thomas grunts, cutting him off with a gesture of his half-empty bottle. "Boy probably imprinted on ya' with how ya' spoilt him."
"My son is not an animal." John snaps tersely. They're dead, and long since so - and not even in the same reality - but there are moments he wishes he had life again for a different reason. To shut Thomas up.
"Ain't your son, neither." Thomas replies coolly. "Don't know if the other one was, too. You'd have to ask the missus." From the other side of the afterlife, John's jaw clenches.
"You have no right to him." He says. There's a sidelong glance at his wife before he adds, "and I'm not sure of your claim to him, as of late."
"I birthed him." Elizabeth says, her hand clutching at the side of her dress - the fabric covering the scars her firstborn left her. "And I- I knew. I was afraid, I hoped I was wrong, but I knew-"
"I'm not sure how." It's a feeling of desperation, backed into a corner in defense of his (not his) boy, that has John snapping back. "You barely spent any time with him."
"And I was right not to!" She sounds frantic now, scared. It hurts him to hear her that way (he loved her once), but the words she says are vile. "I was right about him! If it had happened any sooner, if it had been like Junior, what if you hadn't gotten there in time?"
"He's not Junior!" John's raising his voice. "You were punishing him for something he never did-!"
"I was trying to stay alive!" Elizabeth is raising hers, too.
"Ask me, they both shoulda' been put down." Thomas is not helping. "Shot to the head took out the first one. If'n you'd had any spine, you could'a put the whelp down just the same, before all that happened. Kept everyone safe - but no. You were too soft then and you're too soft now, and that's why he was so pathetic at that age. But now ya' look at him, and he's strong and mean, don't take shit from the world. He's more like me than he ever was like you." John seethes.
"He is nothing like you-!"
... Oh dear.
