The sight of Logan stretched out on the bed did wonders to make his anger fade away. Bare skin, long limbs, the ridges and valleys of muscle. Jack wet his lips and realized there was no way he could hold on to being pissed.

It wasn't fair. He used to...No, he thought. He never used to stay mad at Logan. They'd fight and then it was over. He never carried any anger away after a fight.

His eyes darted to the guns, though. He slowly walked over and picked them up so he could put them away.

"I thought we were supposed to talk, being married and all. We can't solve everything by fighting or fucking, right?" Jack said quietly. "We're...adults."