His boots stood by the door, his jacket in the closet. A path of clothes led from the hallway to the shower. A series of wet footprints on the carpet led to the bed.

Boards down the hallway creaked under the weight of Marie's feet. There was a slight knock before she entered without waiting for an answer. Her light footsteps wandered over to him and she leaned over the side, looking at the skin not covered by sheets for any injuries.

Finding none, she silently let out a sigh of relief and smiled. The gentle pad of her footsteps retreated and she quietly closed the door. On the bed Logan laid with his eyes closed and a half grin on his face.