It was a habit left over from her relationship with Scott, the way she brushed her mind against his. Logan didn't like it, but he tolerated it because it was never more than a soft touch.

Jean's fingers moved idly though the hair on his chest, petting it as if were the pelt of an animal. The casual movement halted, her fingers splaying wide as she withdrew her mind from contact with his. Logan looked down to watch her body arch into his as she stretched.

She relaxed again, shifting to look up at his face, her eyes studying him.

"Do you know when you'll be back?"

Logan shrugged with his free shoulder.

"It'll take as long as it does, I guess."

Jean frowned and sat up. Her red hair tumbled around her shoulders. Logan reached up and brushed at a strand that sweat had slicked to her neck.

"You have no idea?"

"Depends on what I find," he answered. "If I find nothing, I'll be back in a couple of weeks. I may pick up more leads." He didn't add that he might not come back if he didn't like what he found. Jean didn't notice. She slid off the bed, bending to pick up the discarded sheet on the floor. She wrapped it around herself as she made her way to the dresser. She began to pick through her underwear drawer.

"Is it a good lead?"

Logan grunted. "Like all the others." No guarantees.

Jean pulled a matching set of underwear from the drawer before moving to her closet. She made a noise of acknowledgement.

"It's in Canada, right?"

"Yeah."

Logan watched Jean's fingers glide over the shoulders of her suites before settling on a cream colored one. She pulled it from the closet and disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'll be out in a bit," Jean said over her shoulder.

Logan dozed until the sound of the shower cut off. Sitting up, he cracked his neck and stood, reaching for the discarded jeans on the floor. He was dressed and packed before Jean opened the bathroom door, hair pulled back and suit flawlessly smoothed over her curves.

Logan took a moment to admire her.

Jean smiled at him, her cheeks pinking with pleasure. "Come on, Logan. Everyone's probably at breakfast already."

Logan grunted and followed her from the room, leaving the light on.

After breakfast, everyone else said their good-byes. Chuck was the first, telling Logan to let him know if he needed anything. Logan returned the offer. Scott was next, formal and stiff, nodding his head, a tight, angry look on his face. Logan returned the gesture, though it lacked the irritation and sense of pride that usually tinted his interactions with Scott. Jean's hand clutched his arm tightly.

Ororo came after Scott, enfolding him in a hug. She whispered good luck in his ear before pulling back and standing behind Chuck's wheelchair. Rouge was next. Logan hugged her as fiercely as she hugged him.

"Take care of yourself, sugar," she said.

Logan laughed and tugged on her white locks. "Yeah, sure thing, kid."

She rolled her eyes at him before falling back in line with her boyfriend. Remy offered him a hand and the same words as Rogue. Logan shook it and nodded.

Jean followed him to his truck, kissing him firmly before he climbed into the cab.

"Call me and let me know what's going on, okay?"

Logan settled his hand on the back of her neck, fingers twisted in her hair. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Yeah."

The last thing Logan saw before he left the mansion's property was Jean, standing at the edge of the garage and watching him drive away for a moment before going inside and closing the garage door.