Adrian grinned, his dark eyes crinkling at the edges. “Of course she does.”
As a med student, she was in her element.
“She actually texted me,” Adrian admitted. “Said she’s considering oncology for the long run.”
Logan blinked, then let out a small breath of laughter, his expression softening, something warm and tender slipping into his features.
“She texted you?” he asked, his voice almost disbelieving.
Adrian nodded, shifting against the pillows, the weight of exhaustion dragging at him. “Yeah. And Jane sends me videos of her baby girl.” Hislips curled, shaking his head slightly, like he still wasn’t sure how he had become so effortlessly woven into Logan’s life like this.
Logan sat still, his chest tightening with something deep, something indescribable. It was an ache, but not the kind that hurt.
It was something bigger. Something fuller.
Adrian had slipped into his life so seamlessly. Like he had always belonged there.
As if he was always meant to be part of his family.
Logan remembered the moment Jane had found out about Adrian’s cancer.
It wasn’t a dramatic confession or a grand revelation. Their mother had just called her and mentioned that Logan had a friend who was sick, a friend he wouldn’t abandon, and slipped that Jane should probably check on that friend.
And Jane, being Jane, had run to the hospital without a second thought.
Logan had been sitting outside Adrian’s hospital room when she found him, his hands shaking, his heart lodged somewhere between his ribs and his throat. She had taken one look at him, at the weight he carried, and sat beside him without a word.
So he told her.
Told her everything as briefly as he could manage, like if he said too much, he might collapse under the weight of it.
That he was gay. That the man inside that hospital room wasn’t just his friend—he was his love, his soul, his home, his entire damn universe. That he had been too scared to say it out loud. That for years, he had been terrified, ashamed, and lost. So damn lost. That Adrian had been the only thing that had ever made him feel whole. That he had run from it. Runfromhim.And that now, he was here, fighting for him, praying for him, loving him the way he should have from the very beginning.
Jane cried.
And then she hugged him so tightly it stole the air from his lungs.
And when Logan, with his voice cracking and his whole body trembling, apologized for shutting her out, for the way she had always,alwaysknown something was wrong, but he had never let her in—
She only held him tighter. “You were scared,” she had whispered fiercely. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”
And when he admitted—choking on the words—how terrified he was now, how he didn’t know if he could survive losing Adrian, if he could survive losingeverything—
She cupped his face, looked him straight in the eyes, and said with all the certainty in the world, “It’s going to be okay.”
And somehow, at that moment, Logan believed her.
The incredible part wasn’t that Jane had accepted it.
It was that she had already known.
Because when Logan finally spoke the truth, when he had finally dared tosayAdrian’s name the way he had always felt it—like something holy, something fragile, something infinite—Jane had only smiled.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” she said.
Logan blinked, confused. “What?”
Jane’s eyes shimmered with something between joy and heartbreak. “The guy from the wedding,” she clarified, grinning through her tears. “The one who flew over twenty hours just to see you.”
