[Logan has gotten so used to the sting of pain that it's hard to notice it's gone at first, be it from his lip or his hands to follow. He notices in time, eyes downcast to watch the way her fingers dance over his, how her magic - her powers - manifest right before his eyes. He can start to feel it then, this pull like a current under the surface, releasing all this tension that's sat in his bones for years. It won't last, it can't, not with the way he's built but the brief reprieve is like coming up for air after being underwater for too long. It's fresh, clean and crisp. And it hurts more than the pain itself, because he knows it's only temporary.
It's over, and he's still exhaling, blinking in silence for a second. Maybe not quite stunned but something close, a shattered wall of grumpy, angry shell for the moment sitting around them in pieces. His voice still cracks but it's soft, tender, a little grateful too. The ache is still gone and his ears ring with the expectation of its soon return.]
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It's over, and he's still exhaling, blinking in silence for a second. Maybe not quite stunned but something close, a shattered wall of grumpy, angry shell for the moment sitting around them in pieces. His voice still cracks but it's soft, tender, a little grateful too. The ache is still gone and his ears ring with the expectation of its soon return.]
I feel like myself.