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This is happening because of me.
The instinct follows immediately.
Pull back.
Reduce.
Limit exposure.
Protect the team.
Protect Logan.
It would be easy.
So easy.
Just… step away.
Speak less.
Engage less.
Disappear just enough that there’s nothing left to track.
My fingers curl slightly at my sides.
Control.
Contain.
Fix it.
“Don’t.”
Logan’s voice is quiet.
Close.
I didn’t even hear him move.
I close my eyes for half a second.
Of course he saw it.
“You don’t get to carry that by yourself,” he says.
I open my eyes.
Turn slightly toward him.
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.”
No judgment.
No edge.
