Fear, lust, irritation, trust, affection...the whole of the human experience flashes across Logan's eyes, and all the while, he feels Remy's red-on-black boring into him, capturing everything in his memory.
It's almost...flattering.
Logan knows Remy hates it when he uses 'the l word' around him. Too many people have said that to the Cajun...Belladonna, Rogue, hell, probably even Sinister...and meant "I'm obsessed with you and will do anything to possess you." It's not the same thing. Not by a long shot.
Love...real love...comes with respect, with friendship, with a sense of wanting to share one's entire life with someone. Most importantly, love requires trust...the kind of trust that would allow a man who hates being restrained with every fiber of his being to be handcuffed to a bed.
All genuine, all real, these are feelings that transcend desire, transcend people's tendency to objectify that which they covet.
Not that Logan doesn't want Remy...his straining hard-on almost ripping his jeans open even before that warm, strong hand closes around it...but the feelings that come with it take him to a whole new level of emotion, even if he'd never be able to find the words to voice them if he looked for a million years.