[ it's been a long time since he's had any kind of human contact. there's - hank, obviously, who's there to pick him up off the floor at necessary intervals, but for someone who used to be so casually tactile, it comes as a surprise for charles when logan's hand lands on his thigh. it's heavy and grounding, and it makes him draw in a breath. there was a time when charles wanted to do anything he could to avoid feeling grounded.
logan's arrival in his life has meant that he can't indulge in his usual avenues of escape. he's had to be uncomfortably present, and in the absence of being consistently high or drunk he's had - logan. logan present in his peripheral, to provide support or forward momentum, to keep charles going and to keep an eye on their perimeter. it's been an equally long time since charles has let himself rely on anyone but hank.
when logan alludes to the fact that he's had nightmares for years, charles can't help his reaction. he reaches out in the dark, fingers hesitantly grazing logan's jaw, his knuckles running over the scruff that forms the bottom of his sideburn before he lets his hand drop. ]
I'm sorry. [ again. about the nightmares. nobody deserves to suffer like that. and charles might feel as if he has no empathy left inside of him, but he's discovering hidden reserves here and there. it's unsettling. like waking up after a long sleep. he never would've touched him if his powers were intact, but there's a safety net in place for charles that he can sympathize without feeling all the pain that another person's suffering. he glances down over logan's chest and figures it's probably time to get out of his bed. ] I'll, um. Yeah.
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logan's arrival in his life has meant that he can't indulge in his usual avenues of escape. he's had to be uncomfortably present, and in the absence of being consistently high or drunk he's had - logan. logan present in his peripheral, to provide support or forward momentum, to keep charles going and to keep an eye on their perimeter. it's been an equally long time since charles has let himself rely on anyone but hank.
when logan alludes to the fact that he's had nightmares for years, charles can't help his reaction. he reaches out in the dark, fingers hesitantly grazing logan's jaw, his knuckles running over the scruff that forms the bottom of his sideburn before he lets his hand drop. ]
I'm sorry. [ again. about the nightmares. nobody deserves to suffer like that. and charles might feel as if he has no empathy left inside of him, but he's discovering hidden reserves here and there. it's unsettling. like waking up after a long sleep. he never would've touched him if his powers were intact, but there's a safety net in place for charles that he can sympathize without feeling all the pain that another person's suffering. he glances down over logan's chest and figures it's probably time to get out of his bed. ] I'll, um. Yeah.