[ The change in David's grip has Logan's lips curving up in fondness, in understanding. Gratitude. (It's so fucking weird, having someone want to protect him.)
He turns his head to kiss his arm, then leans his cheek against it like a pillow as he works on the holes to the flute. ]
I could teach you. [ He pokes a small circle of wood out, lifting the flute to blow the excess wood shavings away. ] Just focus on my mind.
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[ The change in David's grip has Logan's lips curving up in fondness, in understanding. Gratitude. (It's so fucking weird, having someone want to protect him.)
He turns his head to kiss his arm, then leans his cheek against it like a pillow as he works on the holes to the flute. ]
I could teach you. [ He pokes a small circle of wood out, lifting the flute to blow the excess wood shavings away. ] Just focus on my mind.