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Her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the bathroom door opening and she rushed over.
"Want some coffee?"
"You made coffee?" he asked, a teasing undertone in his voice.
"I did. Surprised?"
"Well...I don't know if I can dare drinking it. I feel bad enough as it is."
Max helped him to the kitchen and wordlessly put a cup of steaming black coffee in front of him on the table. Logan carefully sipped and grinned. "You're amazing." He took another sip, then observed her. "Are you doing Ok? Seizures stopped?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Max leaned against the table. "Are you ready to go?"
"Look, maybe we should wait for Bling, my car's not here anyway. And I probably can't ride your motorcycle."
Max didn't answer. He was right, no car, and her bike wasn't an option. Would be tricky enough for him with being able to use his arms, but with his arm hurting, there was no way.
"Ok, then let me have a closer look."
Max carefully helped him undress the sweater he'd been sleeping in. Hardly noticing Logan's twisted features and his wincing she checked the injury. "It's pretty badly bruised, I don't think it's broken, though."
"All that from a thirty second check, Doc?"
"Manticore training included human physics and medical training." Max shrugged. "Sam should check it more throughly though."
"Yeah," he sighed. "Listen, about yesterday, tonight, whatever...I'm sorry. Guess I scared you."
"You did. But no need to be sorry." She helped him dress the shirt again. "You can promise me something though."
"What?"
"That you talk to me when you feel like you can't take it anymore. I know you are into this stoic deal-with-your-pain-alone attitude. But everybody sometimes needs someone. That's not about weakness."
Logan took a long sip of coffee, avoiding her gaze. Finally, when she already thought he wasn't going to answer, he spoke. "My Dad taught me to act like a manly man when I was only a child, you know. Men are supposd to deal with problems alone, and to face them right away. Besides, he made clear that I'm not supposed to show weaknesses." He took another sip of coffee, then he unconciously played with the cup he'd set on the table as he stared into the distance. "God, he'd be so disappointed. My weaknesses are so obvious, and I don't have the strength to face any of my problems. I'm eveything he didn't want me to be."
"Don't ever again talk like that. It's a load of crap, and if that's what he believed in, he was wrong."
"It's not that easy, Max. That guy was my father. I didn't question him back then, he has burned it into me."
"Aiight, I may not understand the whole Parents-child-concept, but I know that you got it all wrong. You are NOT weak, actually you are the strongest and bravest guy I've ever met. And I honestly don't understand why you can only be strong for other people, and not for yourself. You give all your strength to foreigners, not keeping anything for yourself, even though you would need it. You've got so much of it that it wouldn't hurt to keep something, just enough to make it through and come to terms. You deserve that, Logan."
Logan suddenly looked right at her, his ice-blue eyes entering her deep brown ones. "Thanks, Max. For being there." He smiled at her, the first genuine smile she'd seen from him in days. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was a beginning.
And without thinking about what she was doing, she kneeled down next to him and embraced him.
"We're gonna make it. If we stick together, both of us are gonna be fine."
"I know."
THE END
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Her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the bathroom door opening and she rushed over.
"Want some coffee?"
"You made coffee?" he asked, a teasing undertone in his voice.
"I did. Surprised?"
"Well...I don't know if I can dare drinking it. I feel bad enough as it is."
Max helped him to the kitchen and wordlessly put a cup of steaming black coffee in front of him on the table. Logan carefully sipped and grinned. "You're amazing." He took another sip, then observed her. "Are you doing Ok? Seizures stopped?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Max leaned against the table. "Are you ready to go?"
"Look, maybe we should wait for Bling, my car's not here anyway. And I probably can't ride your motorcycle."
Max didn't answer. He was right, no car, and her bike wasn't an option. Would be tricky enough for him with being able to use his arms, but with his arm hurting, there was no way.
"Ok, then let me have a closer look."
Max carefully helped him undress the sweater he'd been sleeping in. Hardly noticing Logan's twisted features and his wincing she checked the injury. "It's pretty badly bruised, I don't think it's broken, though."
"All that from a thirty second check, Doc?"
"Manticore training included human physics and medical training." Max shrugged. "Sam should check it more throughly though."
"Yeah," he sighed. "Listen, about yesterday, tonight, whatever...I'm sorry. Guess I scared you."
"You did. But no need to be sorry." She helped him dress the shirt again. "You can promise me something though."
"What?"
"That you talk to me when you feel like you can't take it anymore. I know you are into this stoic deal-with-your-pain-alone attitude. But everybody sometimes needs someone. That's not about weakness."
Logan took a long sip of coffee, avoiding her gaze. Finally, when she already thought he wasn't going to answer, he spoke. "My Dad taught me to act like a manly man when I was only a child, you know. Men are supposd to deal with problems alone, and to face them right away. Besides, he made clear that I'm not supposed to show weaknesses." He took another sip of coffee, then he unconciously played with the cup he'd set on the table as he stared into the distance. "God, he'd be so disappointed. My weaknesses are so obvious, and I don't have the strength to face any of my problems. I'm eveything he didn't want me to be."
"Don't ever again talk like that. It's a load of crap, and if that's what he believed in, he was wrong."
"It's not that easy, Max. That guy was my father. I didn't question him back then, he has burned it into me."
"Aiight, I may not understand the whole Parents-child-concept, but I know that you got it all wrong. You are NOT weak, actually you are the strongest and bravest guy I've ever met. And I honestly don't understand why you can only be strong for other people, and not for yourself. You give all your strength to foreigners, not keeping anything for yourself, even though you would need it. You've got so much of it that it wouldn't hurt to keep something, just enough to make it through and come to terms. You deserve that, Logan."
Logan suddenly looked right at her, his ice-blue eyes entering her deep brown ones. "Thanks, Max. For being there." He smiled at her, the first genuine smile she'd seen from him in days. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was a beginning.
And without thinking about what she was doing, she kneeled down next to him and embraced him.
"We're gonna make it. If we stick together, both of us are gonna be fine."
"I know."
THE END
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