Touching her was always a reassurance for him, too, a reassurance that he was still a good man and she loved him. He smiled back when she poked him with her foot. "All ears, darlin'." The silence that followed was fine with him, he knew sometimes they both had trouble finding words for what they felt, thoughts and feelings that made sense more in pictures and abstract concepts.
Logan held onto her when she reached for him, let her touch him and touched her in return, her face, her hands, her hair. He smelled the tears, a new scent from her. Her words hit him between the eyes so to speak, stole his breath, and since he wasn't sure what to say at first he held her tight and rocked her a little. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm here. It's okay, everything's gonna be okay." The words left him and then he was silent as he processed, as he tried to figure out just what this meant to him.
He'd never wanted kids, never even really thought about it for all he seemed to have collected several of the surrogate kind. His life just wasn't conducive to kids and the thought that he'd pass on the X gene was enough to frighten him away if none of the other dangers were; the world was just too fucked up to be bringing innocents into it. He thought of Laura and his arms tightened around Matty.