Charon absently trudged down the stairs, the sound of Logan’s laughter that he had recorded ringing in his ears as he made his way into the kitchen and straight to the fridge for some juice. He wasn’t a stalker or anything, but the sound soothed him. As he moved around the kitchen, he let his mind wander to the scene from earlier that afternoon when he had bumped into Logan in town. He had looked, grumpy, disorientated, agitated and as if he was on the edge of tears. He knew that the process wasn’t an easy one especially in someone like Logan who has never known anything else, but he didn't think that it would have started to manifest emotionally and psychologically just yet. Either there was something wrong with the process or it had found a way to accelerate itself which wasn’t a good t
