"Nervous?"
"Why would I be?" Jean asked, a little too quickly. "It's just, I don't know what the world is thinking about me and my family. All these times I have been faking that I belong to a happy family but now that the truth is out… I don't know what to do anymore." She shook her head, "... Anyway, leave it. I'm fine."
"Mm." He didn't press. Just squeezed her fingers gently, as if to say even if you are, it's alright.
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The car slowed as they approached the tall glass facade of her company building.
Jean's breath caught… the sight of it always made something tighten in her chest. Pride. Responsibility. And lately, dread.
Logan glanced out the window, then back at her. "Remember," he murmured, leaning a little closer, "I'm just one call away if they try anything."
Jean met his gaze, surprised at the softness behind the words. "Logan, I can handle it," she said, though her voice lacked its usual steel. "I'm used to it."
