[ his eyes snap open wide at being addressed, having allowed the exchange to pass between maria and logan unencumbered up until then. he looks around for the threat like he always does upon waking except he's still deeply entrenched in two layers of a dream. the second his eyes open, maria vanishes and it's like his heart shatters all over again. he remembers his own hand slipping from hers, he remembers saying no; letting maria go. his eyes light on logan's lucidly for the first time and he shakes his head. ] It won't bring her back. [ his voice is dark and gravelly and even a little hoarse from unuse in this stupid, silent place. and that's when he remembers -- everything. fuck.
he gets up, stumbling towards the pair with a desperation now. there's blood trickling from his temple, but that doesn't matter now. he has to get them out. ] Logan? [ he quests uncertainly, finally making it to where the other man is. his hand reaches for jean but it passes right through her as if she were already a ghost and his breath catches, his heart hammering in time with the other man's. ] This isn't real.
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he gets up, stumbling towards the pair with a desperation now. there's blood trickling from his temple, but that doesn't matter now. he has to get them out. ] Logan? [ he quests uncertainly, finally making it to where the other man is. his hand reaches for jean but it passes right through her as if she were already a ghost and his breath catches, his heart hammering in time with the other man's. ] This isn't real.