No one else made something so clumsy look graceful. Jean once heard Rogue tease him about "falling with style." Logan had crossed his arms and grumbled at her, but a smile had teased the corner of his mouth, earning Logan another teasing remark.

The way he'd looked at Rogue, with attentiveness and adoration, had hallowed Jean's stomach. It was ridiculous, not only because Rogue was a minor, but because she was engaged.

Still, Jean spent Saturday evening alone, curled on the couch in her pajamas, crumbs in the folds, with a romance movie playing on TV and melting ice cream.