Lucius frowned at him.
"What do you mean by that?"
Logan's lips curled into a disdainful smile, and he shook his head, walking away to leave, but Lucius snapped at him. "You leave and return very late, sometimes you don't return, and I am worried. What are you doing? Where do you go?"
"Worried?" Logan's voice was barely audible as he came to a sudden halt, his head lowered, and his arms dropped to his side. He breathed softly, and with a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes, he turned his head to look at his father. "You worry? When have you ever been worried about me? When have you ever cared?"
"Logan, what are you talking about? I've always cared.