Logan didn't need to open his eyes to know she was awake.
Jean's body was tense… too tense. Not like someone resting, but like someone holding back tears. Breathing shallow. Movements are almost too quiet, too careful, like she didn't want him to notice.
But he noticed.
He always noticed.
Logan slowly blinked his eyes open, taking in the soft light of morning and the woman lying stiffly in his arms. His hand was still on her, protectively. She hadn't moved it. Hadn't pushed him away.
That alone was a small miracle.
He propped himself up slightly on his elbow, watching the side of her face. Her eyes were open, staring at nothing. Lips parted as if she were in the middle of a thought she couldn't say out loud.
"Jean," he said gently.
She tensed further. Didn't answer.
He lowered his voice, softer now. "Did you get a good sleep?"
A pause. Then, she shook her head once, barely perceptible.
His heart ached.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
