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“How’s that?”
“I don’t panic,” I explain. “I don’t react loudly. I don’t break under pressure.”
His eyes don’t leave mine.
“I saw that.”
“But,” I add, “it also means I don’t always say what I need.”
That part is harder to admit.
Harder than anything I faced in that room.
Logan steps closer.
Not crowding.
Just… there.
“You’re saying it now,” he points out.
“I am.”
“Why?”
Because of you.
The thought comes fast.
Clear.
I don’t look away.
“Because you listen,” I say.
Simple.
True.
Something shifts in his expression.
Not pride.
Not satisfaction.
Something quieter.
More careful.
“I always will,” he says.
There’s no hesitation in it.
No performance.
Just—
Fact.
