[ Logan's following Peter's scent by the time the kid calls him over.

Running the entire way isn't a problem, thanks to the stamina. The real problem is that when he sees the Harley his first thought is of his older brother, and it threatens the stability of his mind for all of a second before he stands by Peter's side. ]

Shit. [ Will he talk about the small thorn in his brain? No. He isn't repressing his thoughts, either, finding that that tends to make his mind "rocky". Fortunately, the amused tilt to his lips isn't faked.

Logan really does like Harleys when it all boils down to it, and turning this one into a chopper makes some weird nostalgia fill him up.

Then again, a lot of things about Peter inspire the same vein of feeling. ]

The forties' model was my favourite. [ It comes out with its own kind of sentiment, and like many other warm emotions it's subtle in Logan's voice. ] But you got a good eye.

What colour were you thinking? [ It's Logan's turn to look around, sniffing the air for the significant tang of metal alloys unique to the Harley-Davidson build. ] We're scavenging for parts, too.

Inner and outer.