I need Logan Howlett to fucking hug me :(
I need him to pick me up and hold me close, to let me wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him and never let go type stuff.
I need his big ass palms pressing against my back, keeping me close to him while he strokes my back or draws little patterns on my shoulder or something.
I need him to kiss my forehead and lean his head against mine and tell me it's all going to be alright while rocking me back and forth and shushing me gently.
I need him to just silently hug me and let me cry into his shoulder for as much as I possibly can, until I eventually get uncomfortable in the position and he has to let me back down on my feet. Only to hold me ever the more close.
When I'm done crying, I need him to speak to me in that soft and gentle voice he usually reserves for Jubilee and ask me if I wanna watch a movie or eat. And then when I eventually tell him I'm way too tired and feel way too miserable, I need him to tell me that's okay and let me hold his hand while we go to my room so I can sleep.
And then when I ask him to stay, I need him to nod and ruffle my hair and tell me about his day or about memories and experiences of his until I doze off. Or maybe I need him to lay down next to me and pull me into his chest and let me stay there, squeezing me gently when he feels how unsteady my breaths are or how shaky my shoulders feel.
In conclusion, a hug from the Wolverine would probably fix me.
