[ The work that's been done inside is obvious, not just because he finds a pile of furniture, an old couch and gym mats hitched up to form an impromptu island. When Laura arrives he's standing down near the water's edge, tracing his gaze over the bits of equipment jammed into the rafters, stacked against the walls and hanging somewhat precariously from the beams. It already stinks inside, a combination of the dirty water and mildewed, rotting fabric and wood.
Logan bends down to pick up a small weight off the end of a dumbbell, turning it over in his hands before he throws it with a growled curse of petulant frustration to splash into the water. The gym hadn't been much to look at even before the flood, but it had been a start, and now he's even further back than square one.
He sighs and, after a moment, pulls back his cowl and rubs a hand through his hair, turning to look at Laura. ]
You didn't have to come clean it up. It's a risk bein' down here. [ He tries to make it sound like he's not telling her off, but it comes out pretty close to that anyway. His death wasn't an accident, after all. He can remember the feeling of those ghostly hands clamped around his ankles, dragging him down and down. ]
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Logan bends down to pick up a small weight off the end of a dumbbell, turning it over in his hands before he throws it with a growled curse of petulant frustration to splash into the water. The gym hadn't been much to look at even before the flood, but it had been a start, and now he's even further back than square one.
He sighs and, after a moment, pulls back his cowl and rubs a hand through his hair, turning to look at Laura. ]
You didn't have to come clean it up. It's a risk bein' down here. [ He tries to make it sound like he's not telling her off, but it comes out pretty close to that anyway. His death wasn't an accident, after all. He can remember the feeling of those ghostly hands clamped around his ankles, dragging him down and down. ]