When Logan finally returned, his hair was wet and slicked back, and his tan was even more noticeable than before. The only change, really, was a small cut on his chin and bruises on his knuckles. At some point while he'd been lost in the city, the boy had managed to find a fight.

No surprise there, really. Logan could always find a fight.

"God, this smells so good," he sighed, dropping himself into a chair and grabbing a slice of pizza.

When he bit into it he literally moaned, his head tilting back as he closed his eyes.