Later Logan lay in bed holding the kid against him, looking down at Remy�s face and stroking the kid�s back gently. In response he got a little purr. Remy raised his head questioningly when Logan chuckled.
�It explains so much,� he said. �The empathy. Like all those tramps you picked up in bars.� Remy flushed. �It was so you could be sure you couldn�t hurt them. Huh? Also the way Warren screamed when your shields came down. He�s been a lot nicer to you since then hasn�t he?�
�Well he should.�
�Oh yeah, no doubt. But that never stopped him before did it? And it explains how you brought me back, in Montana. And, oh God, that night on the porch.� He felt his own cheeks get hot.
Remy sat up. �You said you didn�t remember that.�
�Well, I was embarrassed. What was I supposed to say? Sorry that I got drunk and molested you kid, can we still be friends? And then you took off like that, I thought you hadn�t been into it at all. Well you weren�t were you? You were just getting a buzz from what I felt.� He felt Remy stiffen in his arms.
�Not exactly, monsieur.� Then Remy told Logan everything about that night. Then he sat back and waited for the explosion.
Instead Logan laughed. �Damn, I�d been thinking about jumping you all evening. Are you sure it wasn�t my desire projected onto you?� Remy looked struck by the thought. �It wasn�t like your last empathy trick was terribly successful at convincing me to do something I utterly didn�t want to.� He laughed again. �God, kid, between the two of us we�ve wasted every opportunity. It�s a miracle we�re here now.�
�Oui.� Said Remy, he reached up and kissed Logan. �I think so too.�