Telepathic drunk texting with Logan

[phoenixforced]

It was all well and good for your friends to be the kind of people who would keep you from unwisely drunk texting, but in some cases, it just wasn't enough. Like if you happened to have a super powerful telepathic brain, for instance. Sure, Jean could have had Rachel be her telepathic backup, but that would have required a level of forethought that Jean was resolutely avoiding these days. Too much stress, not enough fun.

So a warm, laughing voice suddenly filled Logan's mind: "You are a bad influence and clearly rubbing off on me, because a guy just tried to hit on me and I growled at him." Popping up randomly in people's minds was bad psychic etiquette, but Jean was feeling a little void of connection and Logan hadn't complained about it yet.

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[phoenixforced]

There wasn't a lot that Jean really knew about Logan, when it came down to it. So when she found something out--something true, something real--it became precious, a rare thing to take care of. She listened to him read, listened to the words, the sound of his voice, the way that he breathed. Then she wrapped it all up together--the poem, the way he felt about it--and committed to keeping it safe. "Thank you."

[isntverynice]

Logan didn't trust anything real about him to anyone. Well, maybe Laura, but that was different; they had something in common.

He was never as exposed as this, and he was grateful that Jean took it the way she did, with gravity and discretion and appreciation. "So now you know my darkest secret," he said, lightly. "Poetry."

[phoenixforced]

"Your secret's safe with me," Jean promised, miming zipping her lips and throwing away the key. She liked having a secret between them, one that wasn't dark at all.

[isntverynice]

Jean was so goddamn adorable. Logan wasn't sure what to do about it, how to handle it; he knew Jean was off-limits right now and that was fine, because what would Logan do with her anyway? He was rough, his hands were rough, the thing he had done were inexplicable. He sighed, a small, resigned sigh, but thought in her direction some kind of smile. "Do you have time for poetry in that busy brain of yours?"

[phoenixforced]

"If you're reading it to me, I'll just have to make time, won't I?" Jean flashed him a grin before her head suddenly swiveled, looking over her shoulder at someone who wasn't there. Or at least not there in Logan's bedroom. She turned back to him, just a little sheepish. "Uh oh, I've been found out. Better go buy my friends some drinks before I get in trouble for cheating on girls' night. See you later?"

[isntverynice]

It was a little like a light had dimmed, but hey, Logan couldn't complain. Jean had come all the way to his bedroom, in a way, for a perfect moment.

"You get drunk and laugh a lot, Red," he said affectionately. If she'd been there with him, Logan would have kissed her cheek.