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The ringing in their ears was loud and painful as they slowly came to.
Looking around at the burning buildings and wrecked streets they finally remembered where they were.
“Fuck my head,” Morph whispered under their breath, now feeling the sharp pain in their skull.
They tried to stand up, but their putty-like body was still healing from the punch to the face they had endured moments earlier.
As their body slumped back on the ground, they could hear footsteps approaching them rapidly.
“Fuck, Morph, bub are you with me?” Logan skidded onto the ground next to them. Hoisting them into his arms, he used his one hand to prop up their head and the other to wrap around their body.
“I’ll be ok, just super weak right now, give me a few minutes and I’ll be-“ Morph stopped as they looked up at Logan, eyes glossed over with tears just waiting to spill, face full of worry and concern.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen?” Morph asked
Without another word, Logan pulled them up against his chest and squeezed them tight.
Shocked at the sudden movement, they adjusted their body and hugged him back just as tight.
“What’s going on Lo?” Morph asked once they pulled away slightly to look at him.
“It was like that night all over again Kev, when I couldn’t save you.” Logan began
A look of shock appeared on Morph's face for just a second before a sympathetic gaze flooded over them.
“Watching you hit the ground and not get back up scared the shit out of me. I thought I lost you again. I can’t lose you again Kev.”
Morph stared into Logan’s pale blue eyes, with small tears quietly trickling out of them and down his cheek.
They reached their hand out and wiped away the small tears on his cheek.
“Hey, I’m ok Lo I promise. You don’t have to cry, I’m right here,” Morph tried to sooth, but it only made Logan cry harder and hug them tighter.
Logan pulled away slightly, and without warning, grabbed the sides of their face and kissed them.
Morph, out of shock, didn’t kiss back and as Logan pulled away, a scared look overtook his face.
“Shit, I’m sorry, was that the wrong move? Holy shit I’m so sorry I thought you-,”
Morph interrupted Logan’s rambling by kissing him again, this time much longer and pulling his body as close to them as possible.
“Nah, that was the right move,” Morph laughed out as they finally pulled away.
“Jesus, don’t scare me like that, I thought I had totally messed up our friendship,” Logan breathed out
“Logan you always mess up our friendship, this time at least I get something out of it aside from trauma," Morph remarked.
“Not funny, don’t make jokes like that Morph.”
“Awwww you love it”
Feeling their body was solidified, they began to try and stand up. Logan, however, had other plans and scooped them up and flung them over his shoulder and started to walk toward the jet.
“Hey, what the hell I’m fine now I can walk on my own,” Morph complained.
“Nah I wanna make sure my partner is completely good to go, so I’m gonna carry you back to the jet,” Logan replied.
“We’ll, if you’re gonna carry me, at least let me look at something other than your ass,” Morph quipped.
“Fine,” Logan responded as he slung them off his shoulder and caught them in his arms bridal style.
“Better?” Logan asked.
“Yeah, much better,” Morph responded, leaning their head onto his shoulder and closing their eyes.
Logan then placed one final kiss to the top of their forehead and continued walking towards the jet.
It was comforting knowing they were safe in his arms.