As long as it protects you, that's the most important thing!
[And that, she definitely means, beyond a shadow of a doubt. It could be the ugliest or the silliest-looking armor in the world, but if it kept him safe...? That's all that really matters in the end. Now that he's a "real" X-Man, his life must be pretty dangerous, huh? But it doesn't feel like it's physically marked him just yet, at least, no obvious scars that she can feel.
She exhales a pleased little sigh when his hand slips beneath her shirt, shifting just enough to give him the easiest access without actually moving too far away from him. In the week he's been gone, there really aren't any changes for her, either, but she's more than content to let him take his time and remember again. It's been months, right? And while she has so many questions about what he's gone through, again, she doesn't want to push him too far. He'll tell her when he's ready.]
Airplane, huh? I bet it's faster than your motorcycle. [She drags a hand up his shoulder and cups his cheek, tilting her head with a grin at the sight of that flush.] What're you thinking about?
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[And that, she definitely means, beyond a shadow of a doubt. It could be the ugliest or the silliest-looking armor in the world, but if it kept him safe...? That's all that really matters in the end. Now that he's a "real" X-Man, his life must be pretty dangerous, huh? But it doesn't feel like it's physically marked him just yet, at least, no obvious scars that she can feel.
She exhales a pleased little sigh when his hand slips beneath her shirt, shifting just enough to give him the easiest access without actually moving too far away from him. In the week he's been gone, there really aren't any changes for her, either, but she's more than content to let him take his time and remember again. It's been months, right? And while she has so many questions about what he's gone through, again, she doesn't want to push him too far. He'll tell her when he's ready.]
Airplane, huh? I bet it's faster than your motorcycle. [She drags a hand up his shoulder and cups his cheek, tilting her head with a grin at the sight of that flush.] What're you thinking about?