[She lifts her head and looks down at him in confusion, before pushing her fingers against his lips. She doesn't know that language, and doesn't want to hear it. Communicating is hard enough without something she doesn't understand.]
We stink.
[She corrects herself, this time in English. They've both showered and the smell of soap and clean clothes is present for anyone else. But for their senses, the stench of the decontamination combined with ash and charred skin and the scent of blood that still lingers...it's all Laura can smell. And she isn't sure if he'll want to know that she finds it to be a comforting smell. The blood of other people means they're the ones left standing. They won.
She can't tell him any of this though. Instead she asks,]
[ Both eyes open this time, flinty under his dark brows. Logan purses his lips beneath her fingers, blowing out to dislodge them. He almost got to sleep. This day, this fucking terrible day, almost got to end. ]
I'm not angry, Laura. Not anymore, [ he amends, quietly terse. ] I'm disappointed. There's a difference.
[ Biting the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper, he swallows that alongside his pride. He continues, honest with her as he's always been, ]
You scared the shit out of me today. And I didn't like that.
[The ticklish sensation of his breath against her fingers causes her to tear them away and glare down at him. It's not a wholehearted glare as much as something huffy, which quickly fizzles out to innocent curiosity as she tries to make sense of his words.]
¿Por qué?
[She doesn't understand. She doesn't think he's capable of being scared. Sad, yes. Broken, definitely. But he's so brave. Wolverine doesn't get scared.
Her finger presses against the corner of his mouth, trying to pull it upward into a smile. She likes him better when he looks like that, without the stress of life and having her around weighing him down.]
[ He catches her wrist, letting her finger slide against his grizzled cheek. ]
Afraid. I was afraid, for you.
[ They've covered the yelling though, the telling-off with Charles at the helm. What little light there is in the room gleams wetly in his eyes, while his hands slide up to take her face, the fire returning in his voice. ]
[He guides her motions and she allows him, tipping her head off to the side as her eyes study his face. She can easily make out the dampness of his eyes, and it strikes her as unsettling because she's the one that's put them there. His fear is her fault.
And she thinks she understands exactly what he's saying.
He won't lose her. He can't. ]
I understand.
[The words are barely whispered, but she knows he can hear her. The gravity of this conversation makes her unable to really speak all that loudly. But he's getting her to talk at all, which is what she needs.]
Bad things happen to people you care about.
[She uses words he's previously spoken, in a place and time that feels like another life. Slipping free of his hold to her face, she leans down to brush her lips against his scruffy cheek. I love you too, the gesture says. But neither of them can say the words. Maybe he'll realize that her not saying then I'll be fine is as good as saying it.]
[ Right, he wants to say, but a nod will have to do. He's known since he ran charging through the trees, exhausted and dying, that he loves her. Words are hard right now, so they're spoken in action, in the way he hugs her to himself and buries his face in her shoulder.
Soon, though, his grip slackens, his breathing pattern shifts into something slow, and deep. He's drifted asleep again. ]
[Oh...he's...clinging hold of her. Hugging her. Keeping her in place.
She squirms a little, like a cat that doesn't want to be confined, but eventually just gives in. By that point, his hold on her loosens up some. Her eyes are so heavy and she's fought sleep for a while now. The feeling of him steadily breathing beneath her lulls her to sleep in record time.]
[ It's a little before dawn when he wakes her, while the light is purple and their makeshift sun of Ingress light hasn't yet crested the horizon. Someone, he suspects Charles, had draped them both in a blanket in the night- Logan had woken up even earlier to Laura's weight and the soft cover, leaving both behind to get a start on the day.
Now, knelt by the couch, he chances putting a hand to her shoulder, ]
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We stink.
[She corrects herself, this time in English. They've both showered and the smell of soap and clean clothes is present for anyone else. But for their senses, the stench of the decontamination combined with ash and charred skin and the scent of blood that still lingers...it's all Laura can smell. And she isn't sure if he'll want to know that she finds it to be a comforting smell. The blood of other people means they're the ones left standing. They won.
She can't tell him any of this though. Instead she asks,]
Will you always be angry?
[At her, she means.]
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I'm not angry, Laura. Not anymore, [ he amends, quietly terse. ] I'm disappointed. There's a difference.
[ Biting the inside of his cheek until he tastes copper, he swallows that alongside his pride. He continues, honest with her as he's always been, ]
You scared the shit out of me today. And I didn't like that.
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¿Por qué?
[She doesn't understand. She doesn't think he's capable of being scared. Sad, yes. Broken, definitely. But he's so brave. Wolverine doesn't get scared.
Her finger presses against the corner of his mouth, trying to pull it upward into a smile.
She likes him better when he looks like that, without the stress of life and having her around weighing him down.]
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[ He catches her wrist, letting her finger slide against his grizzled cheek. ]
Afraid. I was afraid, for you.
[ They've covered the yelling though, the telling-off with Charles at the helm. What little light there is in the room gleams wetly in his eyes, while his hands slide up to take her face, the fire returning in his voice. ]
I won't lose you, do you understand?
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And she thinks she understands exactly what he's saying.
He won't lose her. He can't. ]
I understand.
[The words are barely whispered, but she knows he can hear her. The gravity of this conversation makes her unable to really speak all that loudly. But he's getting her to talk at all, which is what she needs.]
Bad things happen to people you care about.
[She uses words he's previously spoken, in a place and time that feels like another life. Slipping free of his hold to her face, she leans down to brush her lips against his scruffy cheek. I love you too, the gesture says. But neither of them can say the words.
Maybe he'll realize that her not saying then I'll be fine is as good as saying it.]
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Soon, though, his grip slackens, his breathing pattern shifts into something slow, and deep. He's drifted asleep again. ]
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She squirms a little, like a cat that doesn't want to be confined, but eventually just gives in. By that point, his hold on her loosens up some. Her eyes are so heavy and she's fought sleep for a while now. The feeling of him steadily breathing beneath her lulls her to sleep in record time.]
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Now, knelt by the couch, he chances putting a hand to her shoulder, ]
Laura.
[ Quiet, unruffled urgency: ]
Wake up.