As they sat in a small diner not too far from the mansion, Helena wondered what had compelled her to ask Logan to come along. The questions would start soon, she knew it.

Sure enough, they did, but not about the subject she had expected.

"Can you explain to me what your powers are all about? I really don't get it."

Helena informed him, "I forget the exact number, but people only use a small part of their brain. I studied how to use more of my brain, and I gained my psychic ability. Everyone can do it, it's just a matter of knowing how."

Logan snorted. "That sounds like a lot of new age nonsense."

Helena's eyes became inflamed. "Well YOUR powers seems like a bunch of comic book bullshit!"

Silence. But just for a moment. She started laughing, persuading Logan, temporarily stunned, to join in. At first it was just a few giggles, but soon their laughter and grown in intensity. The feeling was so jovial Helena feared he might try to kiss her again.

Then he brought it up. "So we need to talk about last night." Helena's mood turned sour. Here they were, enjoying a perfectly humourous moment, and he wanted to talk about THAT. She began counting off ways to avoid discussing it with him, but then she figured she had given in to his kiss, she could at least talk about it if he wanted her to.

"What is it about last night you want to discuss," She asked with the faux innocence of a four-year-old.

He looked incredulous that she should even have to ask exactly WHAT it was he wanted to talk about. But he humoured her. He made his every word a juggernaut. Blunt was always his style, no sense in softening his blow now. "I kissed you. I need to know how you feel about that, since you didn't really let me know at the time."

Helena shrugged. "I nodded when you asked me if you could, so I didn't mind."

"Would you do it again, I mean, if I asked you to?" He gazed at her, searching for some hint of an expression on her blank face.

"Well," She thought for a moment. "I don't know about that."

He looked down. "Then you shouldn't have let me do it to begin with."

Maybe she wasn't interested in him because of his arrogance that so blatantly radiated from his body when she first came to the institute. Or maybe it was because she still missed Donny, and any person who wasn't Donny wasn't worth her time. One thing was for sure. He didn't so much as glance at any of the other women around them. That's how Helena knew she had a massive problem on her hands.

".you're so young anyway, I shouldn't really have set my sights on you. But your face.and I could tell you were going through so much pain." Logan was in the middle of a diatribe she hadn't been bothering to listen to. Feelings of guilt became overwhelming. She would listen to the rest of what he had to say. "I started out wanting to help you, to actually play the part of who I'm supposed to BE at this damned place. But REALLY look at who I am. I guess it's unavoidable. I'm just an animal."

"Don't get yourself so worked up over me!" She exclaimed to him. "I'm a fuckup! And I'm completely FUCKED up. And utterly not worth it." She laughed temporarily at her self description then went on. "If this had been a few months ago, maybe I would have been a pleasant girl to be with. But not now. This new me isn't someone you want to get involved with. So uh.this is real cliché and all, but let's be friends."

He smiled at her attempt to spare his feelings, but 'friendship' was something he was growing tired of. He wondered if he really could handle rejection one more time. "You're still so young, anyway," he mused, "I guess it's for the best. Fuck, I'm getting so old."

After they finished their meal, the decided to head back to the mansion. The ride home was silent, but not uncomfortably silent. Logan's words, "I'm just an animal," played through her mind again and again. She wondered if this posed a threat. Other girls at the mansion had warned her that he SEEMED scary at first, but he was actually a teddy bear. Helena assumed he didn't have some sort of desire for them. She looked at him for a moment, before he turned his head and met her gaze. She smiled, then looked away quickly. "It'll be alright being friends with him," she told herself, "as long as I don't give him any reason to think I'm interested in him."

She decided to stay put afterall.