“I get to have both?… That means I’m lucky right?”

Children are so wise sometimes. And then not, too. *lol* I love the way you write Jamie - oblivious and selfish and a bit of a babbler. Like a lot of children I know. Takes it all in stride as the parents fall apart a bit. Yup - that's what happens.

"How she looked, the way her hair stuck up in certain places, her scent, how small her fingers were.

Logan wanted to remember it all.

He wanted to remember just in case it was all a hideously cruel dream.

At least that way, he’d have a very developed figment of his imagination to work with; something he could at least pretend was his. "

Great ending to the chapter. It's the small details that make it powerful - the "hair stuck up in right places", the smallness of her fingers.

And it's much more real and moving that Logan is still processing this. He's not thinking of the future. He's not thinking of how much past he missed. He's thinking that this moment must be the moment that he remembers every part of. And I think his fixation on pretending, on what's *his*, shows that this fic is really a journey about Logan losing himself. He doesn't really know who he is. He's lost it. He doesn't believe good things happen to him. And he's been pretending, even after his escape, that it's alright.

New possibilities. Eager to see what happens next.
(Oh, and by the way!, I love the way you deal with plot so pithily. *admiration*)

Aw, so cute. *sniffles*