For Sam, who loves Wolverine as much as I do. A drabble to practice writing them and my first requested piece.
All the Things He doesn't tell Her
"You, I'm talk'en to you" the man slurred, stumbling across the bar. "Muties"
The other man looked up. "you need to go home, bub, now"
Outside the girl with long white hair turned up the collar of her coat and looked at the smaller man.
"you handled that well, I guess you've dealt with his kind before," she smiled at him and held out her hand. "I'd like to hear about it sometime"
The man looked up at the sky watching the snow fall, thinking of another place, another time.
"No" he took her hand "trust me, ya don't".
