Logan POV again.
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Rogue was sort of upset. Alright, she was a lot upset. She told me what happened with Bobby. After Bobby left she left out of one of the other doors and came to find me.
I don't know why she thought I could help. I suppose everyone else was standing around gawping at them and I was the only one left. I can't deal with people crying, but I let her sit on my bed and sniff for a bit, while I handed her bits of toilet roll to wipe her nose.
After a few minutes she gave a huge sniff. "Bobby..." she began. "Me and him had this big argument, and..." She was having difficulty talking and she'd started to do that shuddery crying people do when they've been crying for a while. I didn't know what to say, so I carried on handing out the bog roll. She had eye makeup running down her face but she didn't seem to have noticed. I'd never seen her this upset, but that was stupid because... I didn't even think she was too bothered about Bobby. Must be a woman thing, I supposed.
I'd forgotten all the stuff the professor had said until I noticed something was wrong. I'd been too caught up trying to mop up Rogue (nothing worse than a tear-soaked, snot-coated bed) to notice. But there was a strange smell in my room. A pretty nasty smell that I couldn't quite place, underlined with the smell of someone I'd never smelt before. I swore under my breath.
"What?" Rogue asked, giving a huge sniff.
"Someone's been in here," I growled. And--and it was amazing I hadn't noticed before--someone, or something, had been through my bag. I'd been so busy with Rogue that I hadn't seen that someone had opened my bag, tipped it upside down, and thrown everything across the floor as if they were looking for something. I didn't know what they could have been looking for, because there was nothing worth stealing in there. My clothes. Normally I would have just gone and accused Jubilee of stealing my underpants, or just gone and generally threatened the kids until one of them owned up, but after what Charles had said... that and the fact that no one (except that kid who walks through walls) could have got in my room with the door locked and no apparent damage left. I had a quick check around, but there was no one there and nothing was actually missing. "I'm going to tell the professor," I told Rogue, and she followed me. I locked the door, though I don't know what good it could do.
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Rogue was sort of upset. Alright, she was a lot upset. She told me what happened with Bobby. After Bobby left she left out of one of the other doors and came to find me.
I don't know why she thought I could help. I suppose everyone else was standing around gawping at them and I was the only one left. I can't deal with people crying, but I let her sit on my bed and sniff for a bit, while I handed her bits of toilet roll to wipe her nose.
After a few minutes she gave a huge sniff. "Bobby..." she began. "Me and him had this big argument, and..." She was having difficulty talking and she'd started to do that shuddery crying people do when they've been crying for a while. I didn't know what to say, so I carried on handing out the bog roll. She had eye makeup running down her face but she didn't seem to have noticed. I'd never seen her this upset, but that was stupid because... I didn't even think she was too bothered about Bobby. Must be a woman thing, I supposed.
I'd forgotten all the stuff the professor had said until I noticed something was wrong. I'd been too caught up trying to mop up Rogue (nothing worse than a tear-soaked, snot-coated bed) to notice. But there was a strange smell in my room. A pretty nasty smell that I couldn't quite place, underlined with the smell of someone I'd never smelt before. I swore under my breath.
"What?" Rogue asked, giving a huge sniff.
"Someone's been in here," I growled. And--and it was amazing I hadn't noticed before--someone, or something, had been through my bag. I'd been so busy with Rogue that I hadn't seen that someone had opened my bag, tipped it upside down, and thrown everything across the floor as if they were looking for something. I didn't know what they could have been looking for, because there was nothing worth stealing in there. My clothes. Normally I would have just gone and accused Jubilee of stealing my underpants, or just gone and generally threatened the kids until one of them owned up, but after what Charles had said... that and the fact that no one (except that kid who walks through walls) could have got in my room with the door locked and no apparent damage left. I had a quick check around, but there was no one there and nothing was actually missing. "I'm going to tell the professor," I told Rogue, and she followed me. I locked the door, though I don't know what good it could do.