Logan didn't mind Jean's voice in his head during this kind of time, the downtime between missions. This was the kind of time that Logan wanted to spend either drowning his trauma or getting his mind right; if 'mindfulness' didn't sound like something douchebags did, Logan would probably call it mindfulness.

Right now, the only things Jean was likely to interrupt would be Logan's excessive drinking or his reading poetry; this time, it was both at once. He put down the book (he liked the bluntness of Larkin, his no-nonsense beauty) and smiled, leaning back on the sparse bed in his sparse room. "See?" he thought, warmth filling his insides. "Growling works evrey time."