You didn't leave the house all month, I'm allowed to wonder where the fuck you went. [ Logan says this around a mouthful of apple, then swallows. His head is propped up on the armrest.

He brings his knees up to make enough space on the sofa for Henry to sit her ass down on if she wants. If she won't, then he's just going to stretch his legs out again. ]

And my head feels... soup. [ Like soup or genuine soup? Doesn't make a difference. ] Rrgh. Didn't think I'd be out that long.