Logan looked up from his spot on Wade’s couch and saw you walking with Wade. His heart dropped. He had to remind himself it wasn’t his you. No, you were a different one. Not his.

He could see the faint differences. The slightly different build. The different hairstyle. But it was still undeniably YOU.

Memories of you- or his you- flashed. Your smile. Your laugh. Your fighting style. Your death. God, he could remember cradling your lifeless body surrounded by the evidence of his failures.