"Give sorrow words," she read aloud, "the grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break."
It was the opening lines of a book Kurt let her borrow – In Lieu of Flowers: A Conversation for the Living. She had been talking a lot lately with Kurt about Jean's death. It felt good to finally talk out her pain and anger with someone else. He hadn't known Jean well, but he knew sorrow.
Ororo read to herself, as Logan joined her in the parlor. She was vaguely aware of him speaking to her. No, provoking her. He wanted her to argue with him, and she wasn't biting. She looked at him over the book, partly amused. "Is arguing all you like to do?" she asked, humor edging her words.
"I like to drink beer, too."
Ororo shook her head, remaining silent. She used her finger as a bookmarker, as she let her mind wander. She smiled when she thought about Shinobi. She was keeping him at arm's length. Sort of.
"What the hell are you smilin' about?" he grumbled at her.
"It's a perfect day, Logan," she smirked at him before standing from her seat. She had other things to do besides cater to Logan's childish moods.
"He ain't right for you."
She kept walking.
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Author's Notes: Okay Sparkle! Stop blowing up my e-mail box, instant messengers, text messages, and all other means of digital communication. I hear you! Gah! I've just been busy getting ready for NaNoWriMo. Cut me just a little bit of slack! I'll have more updates on this soon.