He aches, but it's a good ache, seeping into his bones and filling his whole body with happiness. Logan lets his eyes shut and the images trickle across the blackness of his eyelids, trying to trap some of his euphoria before it's gone forever. He aches, but it's a good ache.
There's something about this place. The weather is often erratic, what with Storm's barely-controlled temper, but somehow that doesn't put a damper on how ridiculously peaceful it is. If Logan were to pin it down to one person, it would be him. X. The man who started it all. Normally, Logan would be angry that he's being manipulated, but maybe it isn't the Professor. And who cares, when he feels so nice and warm and comfortable and pleasant, tired out in the best kind of way? This is fun.
And it's the feeling of complete bliss he gets when he looks at her, too. At Rogue, who has grown so much from the scared girl in a bar in the back end of nowhere. She fits in here. She walks confidently and she's so happy, so happy, that Logan feels his heart might just burst out of his chest.
And sure, he went.
He left.
And he left because he wanted to get away from the happiness, because he wasn't ready to be peaceful. And he left to find out more. But mostly, he left because he was scared, and he thinks that maybe the Professor knows more than he shows about those few months. How could Logan not be scared? Here, a group of people in a place as close to heaven for mutants as possible, and they wanted the Wolverine in their midst?
But he came back. He came back, and he's never leaving them again.
At the end of the day, there isn't some big decision to be made, or goodbyes to say.
At the end of the day, he can sleep easily, and nothing comes to haunt his mind.
At the end of the day, there's another day dawning.
(This is short, but I was listening to Les Mis and feeling happy. Tried to pin that down. Didn't work. Oh, well, I love Logan anyway. So, score.)