"It's not that important," he shrugged, taking his seat at the long table. I was seated near the front but on the side.

"It's as important as those scars on your back and where they came from, Logan. You should've told me," I insisted.

He adjusted his hair and looked at me gently. I noticed his hand playing with his pen.

"I don't want to burden you anymore, Natasha. You have a lot to deal with," he said, making me frown as I stared at him.

He chuckled and took my hand. "What?"

"Burden me anytime, Logan. I want you to burden me all the time, please," I pleaded with...