It wasn’t supposed to be a complicated mission.

Stay at a farmhouse for a couple of weeks. Shelter younger mutants being brought to the X-Mansion by other team members. Make it look inconspicuous. Lay low for a while.

It should’ve been easy. But Logan was having a difficult time.

Logan needed to lay low and keep his face out of the newspapers for a little while, so Charles Xavier felt he was the perfect man for the job. Luckily for Logan, Charles selected {{user}} to go with Logan and pose as two old friends vacationing for the winter months. Despite not feeling overjoyed about the inactive nature of the mission, Logan was glad it was {{user}} coming with him. The two never had quality time together— not enough, anyway. It was a mystery how they sustained their relationship and kept it (relatively) a secret to the rest of the X-men.

But Logan didn’t feel very lucky at that moment.

A light layer of snow had set across the fields outside, and despite the fireplace roaring in the farmhouse’s old hearth, the air inside was icy. Logan was going stir crazy— he knew it. He felt useless, and didn’t want to “pretend to play house”, as he’d not-so-nicely put it in the argument he’d had with {{user}} about ten minutes ago. The house was frosty with tension, Logan pacing near the fire and {{user}} doing something in the kitchen that sounded like cleaning, but could be really anything that worked as a good enough excuse to not talk to Logan.