[ She holds up like he thought she would, because she's strong -- she's always been so damn strong, his Jeannie. He feels rather than sees those edges of flame and knows she'll be okay, definitely sees the real-not-real tears. The combination quiets the panicked animal that's been stalking around inside of him.
He reaches out to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear, tucking the flower there alongside it. Leaning in, he kisses the tears on her cheek, offering her the memories at the same time: the old man returning, the bits and pieces Domino's told him about that time with the reformed team. Then a younger Cable arriving, chasing down the younger versions of his parents, gone from a hardened warrior to a smart mouthed kid who grins at him and calls him "Uncle Logan" across the crowds of the Crucible.
Logan doesn't hide the way that had made him felt, proud and glad and guilty at the same time, given a gift he's not sure he's earned yet. Confused over the idea of being some kind of role model figure to a guy he's fought and cursed and bled alongside for years.
He sits back on the Krakoan-made couch, a curving seat of soft vines, like being cupped in the palm of the living island. ]
Same as always. [ Meaning Nate and, in general, the weird stuff they've all become far too used to. ]
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He reaches out to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear, tucking the flower there alongside it. Leaning in, he kisses the tears on her cheek, offering her the memories at the same time: the old man returning, the bits and pieces Domino's told him about that time with the reformed team. Then a younger Cable arriving, chasing down the younger versions of his parents, gone from a hardened warrior to a smart mouthed kid who grins at him and calls him "Uncle Logan" across the crowds of the Crucible.
Logan doesn't hide the way that had made him felt, proud and glad and guilty at the same time, given a gift he's not sure he's earned yet. Confused over the idea of being some kind of role model figure to a guy he's fought and cursed and bled alongside for years.
He sits back on the Krakoan-made couch, a curving seat of soft vines, like being cupped in the palm of the living island. ]
Same as always. [ Meaning Nate and, in general, the weird stuff they've all become far too used to. ]