Logan slipped quietly away from the crowd and went downstairs a floor, knocking and opening the door.
Jean looked up. "I'm frightened, Logan."
"Yeah," Logan said, sitting next to her. He stroked some of her hair back. "We all are."
"My family is here in New York," she went on. "My friends. My life. I can't watch it all be wasted away from a hospital bed."
"You're still weak, Jeannie." Logan looked out the window. "And whatever this Baryon guys playing at, he's one dangerous son of a bitch. I think even Emma's a bit freaked."
Jean sighed and leaned back. "I'll be okay to go by tomorrow," she said. "I just was, rattled. . ."
"No you weren't," Logan said as he trailed one finger down the side of her face. "You were super scared. You were right to be."
"Everything came back," She confessed. "All my doubts, and love, and anger at Scott. All my hatred and pain at Emma. All of my memories of my Phoenix power." She took his hand. "And everything I feel for you."
Logan kissed her hand.
"I love you, Logan. I just feel so much heart ache. Every time I took at you, I think about how much you mean to me, to all of us. And it's like you have this huge duty as our protector. Don't deny it, Logan, you're the strongest and bravest out of all of us. But you can't protect us and love me at the same time. It will cloud your judgment, and concentration. We need you."
"I can do both, Jean!" He exclaimed, taking her hands in his. "I can love you and protect the others. But rather you're with me or not, I can't stop anything I feel for you, Jean Grey. You're one of the biggest pieces in my life."
She smiled and lifted his dog tags. "Wolverine," she said, tracing her finger over them. "You earned the title."
Logan lifted the dog tags from around his neck, placing them around Jeans. He pulled her hair from under it and she fingered them. "Keep those safe for me, Jeannie," Logan said as he stood. "I need to go take care of some things."