Summary: He gets melancholy, sometimes- on late summer nights, when the moon is full.
Echoes
"Reckoned I'd find you out here."
Logan nodded absently.
Marie settled in beside him.
She felt the echo of it, too, this time of year- a hold over from a long ago absorption.
It was the anniversary of something terrible, and they both knew it.
If he wanted to talk about it, he would. Either way, it was a fine night for stargazing.
"It's easier this year," Logan said, after a while.
"I'm glad."
"Wish I knew why…" He trailed off.
Rogue gripped his hand in silent support. He squeezed back.
You know why, Logan. You just don't know who.
A/N: A cute one next time, I promise.