"Jean!" he barked, and she flinched, startled by his sudden presence.
Jean turned slowly, sweat on her brow, and for a second… She looked small. Worn out. "I-I was trying to fix it. The strong wind from the storm that night knocked down a bunch of tree branches. I thought if I cleared it fast enough, they'd see it."
Her voice cracked on the last word.
Logan looked at her, breathing heavily. All the anger from last night clashed with the image in front of him… Jean, bruised and breathless, desperately trying to be seen.
"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked, softer now.
Jean avoided his eyes. "You asked me to leave from your sight. I figured you didn't want to be bothered."
Logan exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his face.
This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. But for now, he moved toward her silently and grabbed one of the branches.
"Let's fix this," he said.
Jean didn't stop him. Together, they had to work it out.
