A/N: This is pretty basic, nothing too interesting yet.
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Chapter 30- Reassured
Tristian woke up the next morning, squinting against the bits of sunlight that peeked through the curtain. He rubbed his eyes wearily with the back of his hand. Stretching, he threw his arm out, but it hit the mattress. He opened his eyes completely and sat up. Jean was already gone.
Rolling over, he looked at his alarm clock. "Oh shit," he mumbled. It was noon, she was teaching a class, he overslept. He jumped out of bed and took a quick shower; throwing on a clean t-shirt and jeans he headed downstairs.
The kitchen was thankfully empty. Tristian opened the fridge and rummaged through it, looking for something appealing to eat. After a minute he settled on an apple and a bottle of water. Closing the door with his heel, he turned around and jumped startled.
"Didn't mean to scare you," Logan smiled, opening the fridge as Tristian sat on a stool by the counter.
"You didn't scare me, you caught me off guard," he corrected, taking a bite out of the apple.
Logan shut the fridge, popping open his soda can and taking a seat next to Tristian. "I tend to do that a lot to you."
"You're quiet," he shrugged. "I'm rusty."
"Weren't rusty last night."
Tristian stopped chewing and swallowed hard. The apple seemed to go down with difficulty. His throat felt like it closed up. He took a drink of water to help but even the water was complicated to swallow. He had hoped last night was a nightmare, but waking up and finding it wasn't was a greater nightmare. "Yeah," he nodded, staring at the table top in front of him.
"That was some display…I thought I would be used to that type of thing since I heal…but seeing it done on someone else," Logan shook his head, taking a swing from the Coke can. "That was amazing."
Tristian nodded, turning his head away, "Yeah."
"You don't like to talk about it…I can tell," Logan said.
Tristian stayed silent, head still turned away, playing with the cap on his water bottle.
"Didn't seem to have a problem talking to Jean in your room last night," Logan added.
Tristian stiffened at his words, his eyes widening. Slowly, he looked at Logan, preparing to see the same look on his face as he always did on Scott's. But the anger and resentment wasn't there. Just understanding.
Logan sighed, "I saw. I came by your room after you disappeared. Caught your scent. I opened your door but heard Jean in there and I froze and listened. I didn't hear much, but I heard enough to know and saw enough to know. You care for her, that's a good thing." He stared down at the table. "Listening to her talk…I realized that we have been treating her differently since she came back. We've been more careful with her when we shouldn't be because she's just as strong as the rest of us, stronger even. But you came and you held nothing back from her. She took to you Tristian. You put trust in her when the rest of us wouldn't, you two are one in the same…and she needs that right now…she needs you."
Tristian didn't know what to say. What could he? Logan seemed to understand everything all on his own. "Nothing happened Logan. Nothing's going on."
Logan only smiled and shook his head, "Keep telling yourself that, Tristian. Because I don't know who you're trying to convince. Me…or yourself."
Tristian was silent. Thinking it over in his mind for the hundredth time. Did he love her? He had feelings for her, that much was true, but did he love her. Even if he did they couldn't be together. Jean was torn two ways, not including him. She had love for Logan and Scott and he was just a get away from it, a way to clear her mind from the puzzle she had yet to figure out. They couldn't be together, he was too dangerous and she was too confused.
Logan patted his shoulder, standing up from the stool, "Give Scott time, he may be a prick, but it lessens up over time and he'll lighten up."
"Has he lightened up on you?" Tristian asking, turning to look at Logan.
"Oh yeah," he nodded, throwing his empty can away. "We don't fight half as much as we used to. Not if you'll excuse me, it's time I go give his car a paint job since he so willingly gave my bike one."
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Chapter 30- Reassured
Tristian woke up the next morning, squinting against the bits of sunlight that peeked through the curtain. He rubbed his eyes wearily with the back of his hand. Stretching, he threw his arm out, but it hit the mattress. He opened his eyes completely and sat up. Jean was already gone.
Rolling over, he looked at his alarm clock. "Oh shit," he mumbled. It was noon, she was teaching a class, he overslept. He jumped out of bed and took a quick shower; throwing on a clean t-shirt and jeans he headed downstairs.
The kitchen was thankfully empty. Tristian opened the fridge and rummaged through it, looking for something appealing to eat. After a minute he settled on an apple and a bottle of water. Closing the door with his heel, he turned around and jumped startled.
"Didn't mean to scare you," Logan smiled, opening the fridge as Tristian sat on a stool by the counter.
"You didn't scare me, you caught me off guard," he corrected, taking a bite out of the apple.
Logan shut the fridge, popping open his soda can and taking a seat next to Tristian. "I tend to do that a lot to you."
"You're quiet," he shrugged. "I'm rusty."
"Weren't rusty last night."
Tristian stopped chewing and swallowed hard. The apple seemed to go down with difficulty. His throat felt like it closed up. He took a drink of water to help but even the water was complicated to swallow. He had hoped last night was a nightmare, but waking up and finding it wasn't was a greater nightmare. "Yeah," he nodded, staring at the table top in front of him.
"That was some display…I thought I would be used to that type of thing since I heal…but seeing it done on someone else," Logan shook his head, taking a swing from the Coke can. "That was amazing."
Tristian nodded, turning his head away, "Yeah."
"You don't like to talk about it…I can tell," Logan said.
Tristian stayed silent, head still turned away, playing with the cap on his water bottle.
"Didn't seem to have a problem talking to Jean in your room last night," Logan added.
Tristian stiffened at his words, his eyes widening. Slowly, he looked at Logan, preparing to see the same look on his face as he always did on Scott's. But the anger and resentment wasn't there. Just understanding.
Logan sighed, "I saw. I came by your room after you disappeared. Caught your scent. I opened your door but heard Jean in there and I froze and listened. I didn't hear much, but I heard enough to know and saw enough to know. You care for her, that's a good thing." He stared down at the table. "Listening to her talk…I realized that we have been treating her differently since she came back. We've been more careful with her when we shouldn't be because she's just as strong as the rest of us, stronger even. But you came and you held nothing back from her. She took to you Tristian. You put trust in her when the rest of us wouldn't, you two are one in the same…and she needs that right now…she needs you."
Tristian didn't know what to say. What could he? Logan seemed to understand everything all on his own. "Nothing happened Logan. Nothing's going on."
Logan only smiled and shook his head, "Keep telling yourself that, Tristian. Because I don't know who you're trying to convince. Me…or yourself."
Tristian was silent. Thinking it over in his mind for the hundredth time. Did he love her? He had feelings for her, that much was true, but did he love her. Even if he did they couldn't be together. Jean was torn two ways, not including him. She had love for Logan and Scott and he was just a get away from it, a way to clear her mind from the puzzle she had yet to figure out. They couldn't be together, he was too dangerous and she was too confused.
Logan patted his shoulder, standing up from the stool, "Give Scott time, he may be a prick, but it lessens up over time and he'll lighten up."
"Has he lightened up on you?" Tristian asking, turning to look at Logan.
"Oh yeah," he nodded, throwing his empty can away. "We don't fight half as much as we used to. Not if you'll excuse me, it's time I go give his car a paint job since he so willingly gave my bike one."