Dirty laundry and glass from a broken mirror littered the floor of Logan's room. Rogue stepped over them. He'd asked for blue jeans and a shirt, anything to get out of the hated hospital robes he was stuck in. Jean wouldn't let him out of the infirmary, but had agreed to let him wear clothes. Logan's grumbling was expected. They hadn't expected him to do so well, but he'd been in the lab for just a few days. Rogue was only relief at the moment, and her gratitude at having him back let her slip a cigar into a pocket.