Jean let out a shaky laugh that caught between a sob and a sigh, leaning into his touch. "You make it sound so easy."
"It's not easy," He admitted. "But it's real."
For a moment, neither spoke. The world felt muted, held together by the quiet between them. Then, Logan leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers.
"We'll get through this, Jean. For Emma. For you. For us."
She nodded softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she soaked in his warmth, his steadiness.
"Stay with me tonight?" She asked, almost shyly.
"Always," He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
The city lights blinked on beyond them, but right then, neither of them noticed… their entire world had narrowed to this shared breath, this small, stolen moment of quiet strength.
The quiet on the balcony wrapped around them like a blanket, the cool breeze catching strands of Jean's hair. Logan's breath brushed over her skin, and she felt the hard thrum of his heart through the thin layer of his shirt.
