Logan leaned his body against hers, needing the contact, the comfort. He'd done all he could for Matty and he needed someone to let him lean on them for a while. "I know. Part o' me's just so fuckin' happy she's home an' I don't hafta worry if she's dead or not. 'Nother part o' me wonders if she don't trust me or somethin'. Ain't nothin' she could say to me would make me love 'er any less."
Gaia was only one of two people who ever touched his hands like this, one of only two people he'd ever let get close enough to do so. Despite being an extremely tactile person he didn't like touching people unless he had some kind of connection with them, and he'd gained friends and family since coming to the Institute, but none of them ever touched him intimately. He wouldn't let them.
"Thanks, sweetheart. I'm sorry ya got nabbed." He glanced up at her. "Sorry ya got dragged into this."