[ Yep, there's that powerful, bitterly instinctive urge to rabbit, the one he picked up on the road to El Paso. Keep his head down, don't intervene; the rest of the world and anything that might drag him down can fuck right off. Don't think, just do. How disappointed she'll be when she finds out just how much tarnish that heart of his has picked up.
His tongue's stuck to the roof of his mouth, in concert with the painful lump in his throat. Maybe he should have been better prepared, after finding Storm, but it's just that same, raw hurt. Logan wets his lips. ]
I. Uh.
[ She's looking at him like he's grown two heads and he's floundering wildly for what to say. Words in the end aren't enough though, because he'll only choke on them, so he takes a leaf out of Ororo's book, stepping in to wrap Rogue up in a tight hug. ]
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His tongue's stuck to the roof of his mouth, in concert with the painful lump in his throat. Maybe he should have been better prepared, after finding Storm, but it's just that same, raw hurt. Logan wets his lips. ]
I. Uh.
[ She's looking at him like he's grown two heads and he's floundering wildly for what to say. Words in the end aren't enough though, because he'll only choke on them, so he takes a leaf out of Ororo's book, stepping in to wrap Rogue up in a tight hug. ]