[Meanwhile, Logan was seemingly oblivious to how his presence was disrupting the destructive pattern Charles' life had fallen into. As long as their progress kept moving forward, he probably wouldn't object to whatever coping mechanisms Charles used; he wasn't exactly a shining example of healthy coping strategies himself. It was fairly obvious though, that by giving Charles a cause and a purpose again, he'd set something in motion, and he'd be there to help where he could. It had nothing to do with Charles letting him help, he would be there, whether the other mutant wanted it or not, because they had a job to do.
He starts when Charles reaches for him, pulling back slightly on instinct before stilling. He doesn't realize he's holding his breath until the hand drops away and he's left sitting there with a strange mess of emotions mixing with confusion.]
Huh? [Logan wasn't sure what the apology was for, but his mind is on Charles' hand, the ghosting feeling on his cheek, misinterpreting everything.] I didn't- I didn't mind. [He leans forward slightly, shifting in the bed and hating how loud the springs creaked and the sheets rustled, making his movement obvious. The younger man hadn't moved yet, though. He almost seemed reluctant to. Another misinterpretation.] We don't have to. [Go get a drink, he meant. Or maybe he was giving Charles an out. He wasn't sure anymore.
He leans in closer, this time without shifting, quietly closer, close enough to inhale Xavier's scent. He pauses, stilling for a moment, giving the younger man ample opportunity to move away, before he tentatively moves his hand up over his shirt, fingertips snagging on fabric before he fists a handful of it. Again, he pauses, doesn't pull Charles any closer, not that he'd really have to. If he leaned in just a little bit more they'd be close enough to feel each other's breaths, practically brush lips.]
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He starts when Charles reaches for him, pulling back slightly on instinct before stilling. He doesn't realize he's holding his breath until the hand drops away and he's left sitting there with a strange mess of emotions mixing with confusion.]
Huh? [Logan wasn't sure what the apology was for, but his mind is on Charles' hand, the ghosting feeling on his cheek, misinterpreting everything.] I didn't- I didn't mind. [He leans forward slightly, shifting in the bed and hating how loud the springs creaked and the sheets rustled, making his movement obvious. The younger man hadn't moved yet, though. He almost seemed reluctant to. Another misinterpretation.] We don't have to. [Go get a drink, he meant. Or maybe he was giving Charles an out. He wasn't sure anymore.
He leans in closer, this time without shifting, quietly closer, close enough to inhale Xavier's scent. He pauses, stilling for a moment, giving the younger man ample opportunity to move away, before he tentatively moves his hand up over his shirt, fingertips snagging on fabric before he fists a handful of it. Again, he pauses, doesn't pull Charles any closer, not that he'd really have to. If he leaned in just a little bit more they'd be close enough to feel each other's breaths, practically brush lips.]