"Does it still hurt?"
Your hand rests over his midsection, right atop his belly. You rub slow, gentle circles over his skin, feeling his hair and muscle, and the rise and fall of his every breath.
"I'm fine."
He answers quick, meaning he knew exactly what you were referring too. You sat up, bracing yourself on your arm as you look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, only looking at you when you shifted.
"Does it?" You ask again, with more concern. Your hand stops, and your mind replays the events of the other day. He got hurt- bad. His healing factor obviously worked perfectly- but the scene in your head, you can't get it out. You couldn't help but replay it over and over, the moment it happened, the grisly scene, the expression on his face...
Logan doesn't talk about it. He brushes over these injuries like nothing, maybe that's how he gets through it by not giving it a thought. You always worried about how he felt, when it happened, and how must it feel after?
"I'm fine sweetheart." He takes your hand and squeezes it, before bring your palm to his lips.
"Are you sure?"
He smirks. "Course I am."
"I don't want you suffering in silence." You say, your hand moving to cup his face. "If somethings bothering you, talk to me. I want to help you."
"Darling," His other arm reached out to wrap around your waist to tug you closer. "You are, just by being here."
