Logan gets up there the old-fashioned way: He climbs out a window and shinnies up a piece of stonework. It's a pain in the ass, but it works, and he pulls himself up to find Jean stretched out on the shingles, staring at the sky.

He nearly didn't come out here. It was damn stupid to, and he knows it--indulging in a kid's crush is probably going to end in disaster, not to mention an incredibly awkward conversation with the kid's headmaster. The guy who's letting Logan crash here, despite being completely unqualified to be near a school, let alone a substitute teacher inside it.

This is a terrible idea, whatever he thinks of her. But he'd do worse for the girl who gave him back some semblance of his life, of his humanity, if she asked. Maybe he's just a sucker that way.

He clears his throat, taking careful, measured steps toward her. "Stargazing?"