Logan looks up from where he crouches, unsure he heard Remy right. But seeing him at his worst...his most beaten, his absolute darkest...and then saying that.
"I...I love ya too, Rems."
He clutches the taller man's arms, and suddenly, it's like a dam breaking. All his lost energy and fire rush back into him as the hurt and pain and self-hatred flow out, as if his Cajun lover is charging him up with positive energy, with the strength and courage to defy the monsters within and without.
Logan climbs, shakily, back to his feet, with Remy alongside him. He looks into those beautiful, inscrutable red-on-black eyes, and sees only honesty there. Trust.
He's trustin' me with somethin' more important than anythin' in the world. I ain't lettin' him down.
This, to Logan, is love. It's not possession. Not control. Not rings or collars or any symbol of ownership. It's simply a declaration...an acknowledgment of what's always been there. Brotherhood, friendship, attraction...Fuck, but there's a lot of attraction!...and most of all, understanding. The courage and strength to get through something together, instead of alone.
"Thanks, Cajun. I mean it...with everythin' I got, I mean it. You saved me from that cyberbitch...an' saved my mind from itself."
The defiance and independence is back in his eyes, the strength in his voice returning.
"Now let's get t'work on a way t'kick her ass back inta cyberspace. It's...it's what Hank would want."
He still feels a twinge of pain at the loss of their friend...but now instead of crippling Logan, it galvanizes him.
She's gonna pay. She's gonna mutherfuckin' pay outta her digital ass, till she's nothin' but spare parts an' corrupted data.