Logan had been prepared for anger, or blame, or for Ellie to stand up and tell him to get lost. Had been, on some level, looking for that. Instead, she accepts it and offers something of herself in turn.
He listens to her in silence, letting her get it out, hot and sour and stinking of pain. Smells the salt of her tears when they come and watches her shoulders tense and release. He thinks about Laura, about Daken. How many lies he told them, letting them take on the burdens of his mistakes, walking away when they needed him.
He walks around the fire and sinks down into a crouch near her, not too close, but near enough. Not putting his claws away but letting them scrape softly against the ground, bleeding red onto the bandages between his knuckles. Letting her see them, the part of him that disappears so easily.
"What do you want to know, kid?" An easy question to ask and a hard one to answer, but there's little enough he can offer her otherwise, besides reaching out and taking her in his arms, and he's not sure if that's something she wants.
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He listens to her in silence, letting her get it out, hot and sour and stinking of pain. Smells the salt of her tears when they come and watches her shoulders tense and release. He thinks about Laura, about Daken. How many lies he told them, letting them take on the burdens of his mistakes, walking away when they needed him.
He walks around the fire and sinks down into a crouch near her, not too close, but near enough. Not putting his claws away but letting them scrape softly against the ground, bleeding red onto the bandages between his knuckles. Letting her see them, the part of him that disappears so easily.
"What do you want to know, kid?" An easy question to ask and a hard one to answer, but there's little enough he can offer her otherwise, besides reaching out and taking her in his arms, and he's not sure if that's something she wants.