[ The way he touches her is always so different to how one might expect. Those same hands which have been used in so many fights and wars over the years are forever gentle and caring in the way they caress and touch her when they're like this and she finds herself feeling a multitude of things whenever they are just like this. ]

It's ok.

[ The smile she wears is a lazy one, tips of her fingers gently pressing into his shoulder blades. She feels safe like this. Happy. Despite everything that's happened and will continue to happen, she wants to hold onto this moment for a little longer of having him here like this. Because it's all she's ever wanted from him. The good guy sticks around, Logan...

But she's not so tired that she can't playfully give a tilt of her head and pull that cup of coffee over to her with the help of her mind, careful not to spill any in the way it floats along over to her. Taking hold of it, she smiles up to him. ]

I want to try this coffee of yours first.

[ With both hands coming to wrap around the cup, she pulls back to drop herself down onto the nearest chair, the shirt of his she has on riding up a bit past those thighs of hers as she settles herself. ]

I know you're fine with me just dropping in on you like this and staying for however long it takes but... still. [ She shrugs, shirt falling over a shoulder some as she does. ] I just feel better here.