Logan was calm but the hurt was visible in his eyes. His appearance brought Max back to reality. "Oh my god, what did I do?" she cried, jumping up from the bed.

Zack slipped from the room, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "nothing yet…" as he went.

Max sat numbly on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest, sobbing. She buried her head in her arms. "Logan, I – I didn't mean – I don't – he – we didn't – I'm sorry, I didn't mean – I couldn't help it – oh Logan, I'm so sorry!" she stuttered.

"It's okay, Max, don't worry about it. It's not your fault," he soothed.

"No it isn't okay! It is my fault! I – I…" she faltered. Logan put his arms around her, careful not to touch skin. She instinctively flinched away from his touch.

"It's fine – clothes," he pointed out. Max dried her eyes on her sleeve and turned to look at him. She took one look into his eyes and saw that while his words were reassuring, he was not reassured. She broke into sobs again.

"Max, it's okay! It's not your fault!"

"Logan, I…I don't care about him…I mean, I do, but not in that way…I don't love him, Logan, I love you."

"I know," he whispered. He paused, suddenly struck by the enormity of what she'd just said. "I love you too, I always have."