Logan had been a lone wanderer before he’d joined the X-Men. He’d traveled across the continent and across the globe. While most of those ventures had led to bloodshed, sometimes he wondered what it would be like to see the world from the view of his motorcycle, with someone to share it with.

Logan knew there was only one person he’d ever consider asking to runaway with him. Whether for the weekend or the summer, it was your doorway that he leaned in that morning.

“Would you go with me?”