"I never hated you." Logan said looking into her eyes.
There was a long silence. The stream bubbled between them.
"I thought you'd say you regret saving me again," Jean said.
"I did… for a second. But then you said we should eat the damn boar, and I realized… I'd rather be stranded with a smart-mouthed survivor than anyone else."
Jean almost smiled. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Don't get used to it," Logan muttered. "You're still a pain."
She sat down beside him, knees brushing his leg. "So are you."
Logan looked at her hand. For a moment, he wanted to reach for it. But instead, he pulled out a piece of roasted boar from his pack and handed it to her.
"Eat. You look like you might collapse."
She accepted it. And for the first time, their silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was… calm. Something almost tender passed between them.
Jean dabbed at her face with the edge of her sleeve, grimacing at how sticky her skin felt. "God, I feel disgusting," she muttered.
