Her eyes are on him, but his are out over the crowd. She does not understand. It's as if she isn't there--until he speaks, and there's something in his tone that wrenches at her, the insistence that she's done something wrong.
She does not understand. Her fingers curl and she slips them into her pockets, waiting for him to look at her. Laura can feel something shrink deep within her chest. Her hands are balled in her pockets and the tips of her claws slide out between her knuckles, hidden by thick fabric. She does not understand.
The uncertainty threatens to overwhelm her, then, exacerbated by her already heightened tension at her situation. There's nothing to do at this point but what she has always done.
"Have you made a plan?" The tone is pure X-23, all of the unconscious, hesitant eagerness Laura had at seeing him crushed by her confusion and uncertainty.
But she can help.
She knows what Logan wants from her when it comes to helping.
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Her eyes are on him, but his are out over the crowd. She does not understand. It's as if she isn't there--until he speaks, and there's something in his tone that wrenches at her, the insistence that she's done something wrong.
She does not understand. Her fingers curl and she slips them into her pockets, waiting for him to look at her. Laura can feel something shrink deep within her chest. Her hands are balled in her pockets and the tips of her claws slide out between her knuckles, hidden by thick fabric. She does not understand.
The uncertainty threatens to overwhelm her, then, exacerbated by her already heightened tension at her situation. There's nothing to do at this point but what she has always done.
"Have you made a plan?" The tone is pure X-23, all of the unconscious, hesitant eagerness Laura had at seeing him crushed by her confusion and uncertainty.
But she can help.
She knows what Logan wants from her when it comes to helping.