Yeah. He probably would be a great healer if he trained and trained for years and years. Logan smiled back, rubbing his arm. "If only I had more time...," he murmured, mostly to himself.
Suddenly, the doors were thrown open, causing Logan's head to whip over. The man who had locked them in there leaned into the lounge. "You're free to go," he said, too lazy to go back and get his original chat color. Logan nodded at him. Thanks a lot, warden.
The boy looked over at the clock. Shit, it was already 4 pm. "I have to go." he said, practically sprinting to the exit. "I'll see you around, sometime! I'm a Spring, if you need me!" And with that, he was gone.