[ He flinches at the touch, whirls around and points three sharp claws at the man's face, because -- how can he not? The man had gone through Jean, so how is it that his palm touches Logan's skin?
His eyes look frantic, and Jean has shifted in his hold, her cheek pressed to his chest. His grip on her becomes tight enough that his knuckles go white where they're curled around her hip. ]
I'm. [ He looks from the man to Jean's body, his claws sheathing themselves again. ] ...I'm sorry.
You don't have t--... why would you stay?
[ It's so ugly here and Logan's tears won't stop falling and he doesn't understand why. ]
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His eyes look frantic, and Jean has shifted in his hold, her cheek pressed to his chest. His grip on her becomes tight enough that his knuckles go white where they're curled around her hip. ]
I'm. [ He looks from the man to Jean's body, his claws sheathing themselves again. ] ...I'm sorry.
You don't have t--... why would you stay?
[ It's so ugly here and Logan's tears won't stop falling and he doesn't understand why. ]