[ logan very much knows she's crying. it's the first thing he can really focus on, but he doesn't acknowledge it — at least not yet. if she's anything like him, showing that sort of emotion makes one feel vulnerable, and when it's noticed, sometimes in the mood to lash out pretty violently. he only acknowledges it with his hand on top of hers. it'd been an impulsive need to find comfort, and he's found her being around seems to give it to him — albeit, he'd learned that very late in the game, the fact he derived purpose from helping her. ]
[ he's taken severe beatings in his life, a lot more severe than what he went through taking down all those men, reavers, and x-24. it surprises him it's taken almost a full day for him to come back from wherever the fuck he was before. with no memory of it, logan's not even sure if he really did die. ]
[ but it sure as hell felt like it. with each x-men member who died, he felt like he knew what it could feel like. ]
I told you [ his voice comes out a lot rougher, almost angrier, than he intends, although when it comes to the tone of it, he has no intentions when he speaks, surprised he can even do it. the words take longer to form than he'd like, as he coughs, feeling familiar, small pressures in his chest. those bullets haven't forced their way out from his body, probably because his mutation lost all power when he … he wants to think he died. he winces, but acts as though nothing's happened at all. ] to go with your friends. You're supposed to be safe.
[ he looks at her, brows creasing angrily. he grips her hand, almost out of reflex, but doesn't tear it away. ]
Why didn't you go?
[ of course, logan's old enough to know the answer. isn't it the reason he overloaded himself on that green juice and came charging in like a wild, angry animal? ]
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[ he's taken severe beatings in his life, a lot more severe than what he went through taking down all those men, reavers, and x-24. it surprises him it's taken almost a full day for him to come back from wherever the fuck he was before. with no memory of it, logan's not even sure if he really did die. ]
[ but it sure as hell felt like it. with each x-men member who died, he felt like he knew what it could feel like. ]
I told you [ his voice comes out a lot rougher, almost angrier, than he intends, although when it comes to the tone of it, he has no intentions when he speaks, surprised he can even do it. the words take longer to form than he'd like, as he coughs, feeling familiar, small pressures in his chest. those bullets haven't forced their way out from his body, probably because his mutation lost all power when he … he wants to think he died. he winces, but acts as though nothing's happened at all. ] to go with your friends. You're supposed to be safe.
[ he looks at her, brows creasing angrily. he grips her hand, almost out of reflex, but doesn't tear it away. ]
Why didn't you go?
[ of course, logan's old enough to know the answer. isn't it the reason he overloaded himself on that green juice and came charging in like a wild, angry animal? ]