[ he sighs contentedly into the kiss, smiling a little against logan's mouth. ] Yeah, [ he agrees quietly once they part, knuckles gently brushing the older man's nape.
he'd thought for so long that he wouldn't be able to, either. he was too unstable, too sick, and he couldn't risk passing the condition down to his own child. when he'd discovered that most of his mental illness was actually his mutation, and the rest caused by decades of mind-rape, well-- it had changed things.
and now there's hope for more. a family, a life together, and all the people around them that love them to help when they need it. ]
Like I said. [ a second kiss, shorter and chaste. ] You'd be a good dad. A great dad. You're amazing with the kids here.
[ Because -- because David's made this all possible, in a way, hasn't he? Potential is nothing if unawakened, untapped, and as "good" as Logan might have been he wouldn't have even begun to consider these possibilities if David hadn't brought them up. So he smiles against his mouth, and he forgets the flute, and before he can even think about it he's tugging David down from the sofa, bringing him clumsily so he can hug him.
Tight, honest. Logan's face buries itself in his shoulder. ]
We'll talk about it. [ It's a promise, David's clothes crinkling under Logan's firm grip as he kisses and kisses at his shoulder, at the corner of his jaw. ] We'll talk about it and we'll see.
[ he starts to respond to the first part--you'd be good with or without me--but then logan's dragging him off the couch, and david's startled into laughter as he's pulled into the older man's arms.
he curls his hands up into the hair at the back of logan's head, cradling him against his shoulder as lips brush fabric and skin.
.. yeah. they'll talk about it. it's scary--terrifying, really--and david's still pretty sure he'll manage to fuck up every good thing in his life, including children, but he knows that he isn't in this alone. he and logan will figure it out together, and they'll have help if they need it, and.. they can do this. if they want.
he nuzzles logan's ear fondly. ] Yeah. We'll be okay, babe.
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he'd thought for so long that he wouldn't be able to, either. he was too unstable, too sick, and he couldn't risk passing the condition down to his own child. when he'd discovered that most of his mental illness was actually his mutation, and the rest caused by decades of mind-rape, well-- it had changed things.
and now there's hope for more. a family, a life together, and all the people around them that love them to help when they need it. ]
Like I said. [ a second kiss, shorter and chaste. ] You'd be a good dad. A great dad. You're amazing with the kids here.
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[ Because -- because David's made this all possible, in a way, hasn't he? Potential is nothing if unawakened, untapped, and as "good" as Logan might have been he wouldn't have even begun to consider these possibilities if David hadn't brought them up. So he smiles against his mouth, and he forgets the flute, and before he can even think about it he's tugging David down from the sofa, bringing him clumsily so he can hug him.
Tight, honest. Logan's face buries itself in his shoulder. ]
We'll talk about it. [ It's a promise, David's clothes crinkling under Logan's firm grip as he kisses and kisses at his shoulder, at the corner of his jaw. ] We'll talk about it and we'll see.
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he curls his hands up into the hair at the back of logan's head, cradling him against his shoulder as lips brush fabric and skin.
.. yeah. they'll talk about it. it's scary--terrifying, really--and david's still pretty sure he'll manage to fuck up every good thing in his life, including children, but he knows that he isn't in this alone. he and logan will figure it out together, and they'll have help if they need it, and.. they can do this. if they want.
he nuzzles logan's ear fondly. ] Yeah. We'll be okay, babe.