"I could, you know," he said, rolling to face him. "About knives and guns and ropes and nerves. And lying. Manipulating. How to smile. Tone of voice. Posture." He paused and searched for something in Logan's eyes, then leaned in and kissed him softly.

"You really don't want to know all the shit I hide, Logan. It's for the best that I don't do it anymore. I turned my back on it when the Agency fucked me over. Having John here was...let's just say it wasn't all bad, but it wasn't a good thing."