His usually narrow eyes look a little wider and softer as he listens. He feels a bit bad that she might be going through something traumatic here and she's unlucky enough to end up with him to get her through it.

With the hesitation of a man who knows he's not good at this and doesn't even look particularly cuddly, he puts a heavy hand on her shoulder and squeezes enough just to give her something to focus on other than the spiralling thoughts and feelings she's describing.

"Hey, hey. Deep breath for me. That's not... Ok, maybe it's a little stupid from a certain angle. But it ain't your fault. And it ain't unforgivable. I been there. Hell, I'd wager a parta me still lives there. Chasin' someone who never wanted me like I wanted them to," he admits. "It ain't you though. That's the thing you gotta make peace with. It's a them problem, not a you problem." It's medicine Logan himself never really learned to swallow, which might be evident but the cracks that make his hopeful smile come out more like a wince.

"Would, beatin' the shit outta one these things help?" he asks with a chuckle as he nods towards the nearest mannequin. "I wouldn't call security on you."