Post by wolverine on Oct 13, 2011 22:09:24 GMT -5
[/color]Can’t explain...
Wolverine waited and he listened carefully. He tightened his fingers around the surface of the cigar as he let the smoke fall away from his mouth. The man rested closer to the window, running his fingers through his hair in thought of what she was saying. He knew most of this already, but that small section of hope lingered that things could change. It seemed like some sort of death sentence, doomed, really.
He nodded and took another few puffs of the cigar as he looked over back to Marie. Logan let out a breath, trying to relive his stress level from the situation. He licked his lips and slipped away from the window. He took the cigar and pressed it into his hand to put it out. It had become almost a habit for him to do that now. His face slowly crinkled in pain from the burn, but in a matter of moments the wound started to heal. He walked over to her and carefully pocketed the object for later.
“Look Rogue,” he started uneasily. Wolverine took a moment and rested his hand upon the chair she was sitting in. “How I deal with those dream, memory….things, probably ain’t the most healthy way kid. But, you gotta find some way to let em not bother you. So of you need something, or want to do that ‘talkin’ stuff, just let me know, ok?”
He wasn’t the best at offering assistance, but she was his friend and those dreams were awful. He only hoped they were not as bad as his own. He patted the chair and his lips flattened a bit as he looked at her with concern. He didn’t know if there even was a way to not let them get under somebody’s skin. They certainly still bothered him…
...It’s so hard to see
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