hold on, wait a minute (feel my heart's intention)

in between those moments, those moments where logan would grit his teeth and clench his fist, tips of metal claws beginning to peek, where he'd roar fearfully in the middle of the night from a nightmare, claws now fully extended, where he'd stumble home drunk from the bar after a painful day of the voices being too loud, there was something else.

something far, far worse.

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