Logan might eat a lot, but that didn't mean he took long to do it. And with Jean waiting for him, fresh from the showers, he wasted no time getting back.
As soon as he entered the female dorms, he heard her voice, and she wasn't happy. Logan wondered briefly if Olivia had started to complain about him sleeping in the room - which he could respect, though he wasn't planning on going anywhere - but even that shouldn't make Jean as, well... as pissed off as she was sounding.
He stopped to listen at the door, not even sure why he didn't just walk in as he had done a dozen times before. It might've been the scent of the other male that stopped him - though he wasn't expecting anything like that. What he heard was at least as unexpected, though.
It wasn't Jean. That was all Logan could think. It wasn't her. The words barely even sunk in, but the tone, the raw anger... In nothing did they resemble the Jean he knew. He wouldn't even have thought she was capable of being this way - and that raised more questions than he cared to deal with
( ... )
She went over and over in her head how to deal with the Logan stuff, but nothing came. She was usually so easy at cutting ties, ending things, boxing them up and calling it a day. It was easy for her to not care.
That wasn't the case with Logan. Whatever it was between the two of them, she was more invested than she thought she was.
She really did love the guy.
Fuck.
It was a few hours later, and Logan hadn't come back. And this caused her worry. Jean was pissed off that it caused her worry. Still too leery about opening her mind to search for him, she got out of bed, poking her head out into the hall. Jean wandered toward the mess, pushing the door open on the abandoned kitchen.
She moved across the hall, opening the door to the rec room, seeing Logan there on the couch. She saw the look on his face, and was suddenly incredibly confused. And she kicked herself in the ass when she met the reinforced mental barrier she'd helped him with.
FUCK."Hey, baby. You okay?" Her brows knit in serious concern, honest concern, something
( ... )
Logan's mind had wandered in a thousand different directions, until he hardly knew what he was thinking anymore. The mental block had been the one constant. He needed to keep it up, needed to keep these thoughts from Jean, no matter what. It wasn't that he was afraid it was true, what people said about Jean; it was the chance that they were wrong. They had to be wrong. And if Jean caught him thinking they might be right... that would be horrible. There was no worse way to betray her, to take everything she and him felt for each other and throw it to pieces. And yet... he couldn't help doubting. He couldn't ignore this. Not anymore
( ... )
Jean let her hand rest against his forearm, her brows knitting a little lower. She was irritated that she couldn't pluck what was bothering him from his head, and know how to work around it, how to play him. But it kept her honest. It showed her the concern she felt for him wasn't something she'd made up in her mind.
"C'mon, I can tell something's bothering you. What's up?" She shifted closer to him on the couch, until she was butted against his side. The hand not holding his arm slid along his back, up into his hair. "Talk to me."
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As soon as he entered the female dorms, he heard her voice, and she wasn't happy. Logan wondered briefly if Olivia had started to complain about him sleeping in the room - which he could respect, though he wasn't planning on going anywhere - but even that shouldn't make Jean as, well... as pissed off as she was sounding.
He stopped to listen at the door, not even sure why he didn't just walk in as he had done a dozen times before. It might've been the scent of the other male that stopped him - though he wasn't expecting anything like that. What he heard was at least as unexpected, though.
It wasn't Jean. That was all Logan could think. It wasn't her. The words barely even sunk in, but the tone, the raw anger... In nothing did they resemble the Jean he knew. He wouldn't even have thought she was capable of being this way - and that raised more questions than he cared to deal with ( ... )
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That wasn't the case with Logan. Whatever it was between the two of them, she was more invested than she thought she was.
She really did love the guy.
Fuck.
It was a few hours later, and Logan hadn't come back. And this caused her worry. Jean was pissed off that it caused her worry. Still too leery about opening her mind to search for him, she got out of bed, poking her head out into the hall. Jean wandered toward the mess, pushing the door open on the abandoned kitchen.
She moved across the hall, opening the door to the rec room, seeing Logan there on the couch. She saw the look on his face, and was suddenly incredibly confused. And she kicked herself in the ass when she met the reinforced mental barrier she'd helped him with.
FUCK."Hey, baby. You okay?" Her brows knit in serious concern, honest concern, something ( ... )
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"C'mon, I can tell something's bothering you. What's up?" She shifted closer to him on the couch, until she was butted against his side. The hand not holding his arm slid along his back, up into his hair. "Talk to me."
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