Packing wasn't complicated.
Ren did it using the Wolverine's extended space with enough practice behind him that the process ran almost automatically while he thought about other things.
The materials he had accumulated. The documents Julius had insisted on delivering in person, which carried a political weight Ren was still processing in the background. The few personal items he had taken out to work through, process and cultivate in the recovery room, which now returned to their organized places in the beast's space. All of it went in without needing his full attention, which was convenient because his full attention was occupied with a problem that had no dimensional storage solution.
Min appeared in the doorway with the naturalness of someone who hadn't knocked because knocking would have been admitting he might not have been welcome.
"So what are you going to do?"
Ren tensed.
