I'm sorry Logan but that made me laugh...

Huh? What happened...

Not all of us can fit in so easily,

you don't shed on the furniture

Yhm, for sure. It didn't sound like that AT ALL, but let it be your own way.

You looked like... You were having a nightmare. I just wanted to wake you up.

The hell was that? Like you were trying to say something

He... may be drunk a little...

What?

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Yeah, I'd appreciate it.

Waking up alone sucks.

Those kids are gonna be the end of me I swear...

CHILD for such things. It was too late. One touch, one shot...)

There was a child, a young mutant with extraordinary powers... She was exploited for this. The organization took her away from her parents when they discovered what she could do. It was too late to react. We wanted to help her, but...

(His vision blurs, as if he wasn’t present for a moment. He sees everything again. Kids screaming in terror, and only that one girl standing still. Both of them ran to her—he and Logan. They couldn’t have expected this; they didn’t know people were capable of using a

"But maybe it's too much to ask."

He lets out a bitter laugh, eyes glinting with a mix of frustration and regret. "Maybe it’s selfish. But I just want to hear you say it might be ok."

Scott shakes his head, the ghosts of their pasts haunting him, the guilt clawing at his insides.

The silence stretches between them, neither of them able to speak what’s really on their minds.

"I..." Scott continues, his gaze not leaving Logan’s face. "I just… *I* need to hear it. I need to know whatever this is." He gestures between them. "That I won’t destroy everything."

Not in the way we want to..."

He watches Logan, the man he once trusted above all others, and something in him aches. The memories—of HIM, of the team—of the things they'd both lost—it's almost too much to bear.

Scott says quietly, voice thick with the weight of unsaid things. “I just- I didn’t know how to handle it. Or you. Or 𝘢𝘯𝘺 of this." He gestures vaguely, as if the whole situation could be explained with a simple wave of the hand, but he knows better. "You’re right. We’re not the same. We're not 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

But Scott couldn't shake the weight in his chest, the feeling that no matter what he said, no matter how much time had passed, it wouldn’t change things between them.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,”

Scott’s breath catches for a moment, his chest tightening at Logan’s words. He knew what this was—the same bitterness, the same resistance. His Logan always had a way of deflecting, covering up the hurt, even when it was obvious.

I'm sorry I- it's still a fresh wound.

(No it's not, it all was just coming back.)

I guess even the wolverine can be defeated when someone steals his healing factor... The adamantium then is a curse, not a blessing.