[ He's too startled to move, rooted to the spot as her weight crashes into him, like a buffeting gust of wind. Ororo is warm and solid and alive, she's alive-
What kind of fucking place is this?
Logan remembers to breathe a moment later, heavy and harsh like it's scraping up his insides on the way out. Memories of Westchester hit him so hard and fast it makes him shake, terror and hurt at odds with the shock of unmitigated elation, burning bright and hot. Unable to speak, at last he holds her to him like a lifeline, and buries his face in her shoulder. ]
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What kind of fucking place is this?
Logan remembers to breathe a moment later, heavy and harsh like it's scraping up his insides on the way out. Memories of Westchester hit him so hard and fast it makes him shake, terror and hurt at odds with the shock of unmitigated elation, burning bright and hot. Unable to speak, at last he holds her to him like a lifeline, and buries his face in her shoulder. ]