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(Logan) Ride to Live, Live to Ride

Tumblr Req: Hey Max! Could I request some x-men fluff with Logan please? He's one of my favourites and I think he could really use some love. -Darling anon

"You did good."

Those words are meant to be comforting, but somehow, in this moment, they're not. The tension in your shoulders grows stronger as you walk with Logan to his car, watching as he opens the door for you and both of you settle yourselves in.

"I don't know," You finally respond, staring outside of the window instead of looking at him. "Are you sure I didn't say anything wrong? I mean, that one comment I made about, uh, what's his name- Hank's glasses might've been a little hurtful for our first time meeting."

"He knows me," Logan starts. "He probably already knew if I had a partner, they would also just so happen to be a dick."

You laugh at his comment, feeling the anxious bubbles in your stomach go away. "That makes sense."

There's a long, comforting pause between you two as he starts the car, pulling out of his space and beginning to drive down the road. You softly grab onto the side of the seat of the car, knowing that when it comes to Logan, driving isn't always so graceful. You watch the lights go by, distracting your view of the passing afternoon sky.

"I still don't know how he tolerates you." A warm, goofy smile spreads upon your face. "You are an asshole. Especially to him."

"He can handle it. Besides, he has to." Logan's tone of voice never changes, but somehow, with you, there's a tenderness to it. You've noticed that. As he brushes it off, everytime, you notice. It makes you feel wonderful, knowing that he feels safe here. The setting isn't special, a driving car, with you two alone, but it's still as intimate as anything.

You reach forward to turn the radio on, much to his annoyance, changing the channel until you get to something you like. The familiar sound of Twisted Sister fills the car, and your foot starts tapping almost against your will. Your hand reaches the console, beginning to tap as well.

Logan notices this, laughing to himself quietly, before moving his hand on top of yours. Your movements stop, settling your fingers to intertwine with his.