Logan wasn't sure what the hell he was doing.
He came to Marie's room with the intent on giving her a piece of his mind. He had sat idly by in the Professor's office—along with most of the others—and had listened to her as she and Hank had explained her condition.
Then she went and told everyone she was going to hide in her room until Leech's powers faded away.
The other students started arguing about her decision, telling her to enjoy it; she told them about not knowing when it'll kick back in and being afraid of going nutty again if she accidentally touched someone.
That was probably the best punch she could've thrown, because no one said anything else to try and talk some sense into her. They had all seen how she lost control the first time, and Logan was pretty sure that he still had nightmares about that scream she let out after awakening Apocalypse.
He watched as she left, half tempted to run after her, but too chickenshit to do it. Things had changed between him and her, and he was keenly aware that telepaths lurked the mansion—and on occasion, people's minds.
He wasn't sure why he felt almost ashamed of the feelings he had grown for Marie. She was almost twenty when he met her, and far too grown up inside her head.
And at first, he didn't think of her that way. Even though her age threw him, she still was in high school—thanks to Mystique—and she still had the attitude of a rebellious teenager.
But when she first lost control of her powers, he had seen the true side of Marie—the side that didn't venture into the public eye.
He stayed by her side as she slowly recovered from the coma her body placed itself in, and helped her through Professor Xavier's treatments to help rid her mind of all the life forces she had taken since her manifestation began.
Mystique's was the hardest to quell, as she remained illusive even as a figment within Marie's mind.
Logan slept on a chair next to Marie for many nights before Professor Xavier had the chance to rid her mind of Magneto: his memories had given her the worst nightmares.
Through most of it, Logan felt a strong sense to protect Marie, although he had attributed it to his responsibility to the school, and to his teammates. But when the students and Storm went on a cruise, and the Professor to a conference, the two decided to deliver on Rogue's true age she had just turned—twenty-one—and enjoy some beer while watching a movie.
While he certainly wasn't going to let her get drunk, it became quickly apparent that she was a lightweight. Either that, or she just became very bold when she drank.
As Logan began to think he might have to carry her to bed—and remind himself to limit her intake next time—Marie had pulled a translucent scarf off a coat rack, pulled it taut around the lower half of Logan's face, and kissed him.
Logan was utterly frozen in shock, but as he began to taste Marie's mouth through the thin fabric, the animal within him succumbed and he returned the kiss in eager, wrapping his arms around her.
The scarf, wet with both of their mouths, managed to fall when Marie lost her grip on it, and she abruptly stopped, dipped to pick it up while slightly giggling, and passed out.
Logan didn't know whether to praise or hate alcohol after that night. He had put her to bed in the infirmary, since the rest of the team would be home the next day, and slept in the chair next to her out of habit more than anything.
When she had awoken the next morning, she had a monster headache and never mentioned the kiss from the previous night.
Logan assumed she didn't remember, and really wasn't keen on pointing it out to her, either. But it was that night that he realized his need to be with Marie and protect her was more than just some responsibility to the school.
However, he was scared to try and venture what it was exactly.
He only wanted Marie to be happy, and seeing her chain herself to her room did not seem the best of plans when she had the chance to enjoy some freedom.
He certainly wasn't planning on holding Marie the way he was now, but her silent trembles told him she didn't need anymore confusion in her life—especially from him.
Her smell wasn't too different from when her skin was "on," for lack of a better term. But when they had walked out of that pyramid he could almost sense the change that his adrenaline had not let him notice earlier.
Her happiness, however, changed her smell quite a bit, as did her sadness. And now, unfortunately, he could smell grief on Marie's body, as well as a bit of....
Logan tensed without meaning to, causing Marie to sit up from his arms and look at him. The whites of her eyes glistened from earlier tears, and her face held an almost angelic look to it in the moonlight.
Logan quickly got up, unsure of what to do.
"Logan, what is it?" Marie asked. He smelled fear now, too.
He sighed, kneeling in front of her where she still sat on the windowsill. "Nothing, darlin'. I just ... don't hide out in yer room tomorrow, okay?" He gave her a kiss on the top of her head, where hair blocked him from skin.
With that, he stood up, turned and left, feeling like a complete ass.