Logan feels the way she leans into his touch, how perfectly her face fits against the roughness of his palm. It's smooth, and she is very beautiful. He breathes in deeply when she says that it can be a very lonely life.

It is. People die all the time, and Logan never does. He kills. He survives. He makes it to the other side, but he doesn't answer her in words. Logan doesn't speak out loud that aching feeling inside of his chest that threatens to rip him in two.

Instead he leans in across the bar, his mouth covers over her own, and he kisses her. His hand slides behind her neck as if in answer.