If Scott is her anchor, Logan is a hurricane. One moment she's frozen between two of the most important people in her life, suspended between past and present, death and life; the next she's swept into the sort of embrace they've spent years denying or dancing around.

"Mph?!" is her primary response, but the baffled shock doesn't keep her from responding. It'd be easy to blame the cocoa for how easy it is, sinking into that kiss. It's not something they do often or easily, but he tastes familiar all the same. He tastes like home.

She's not entirely overwhelmed; she has enough clarity to be concerned, to reach out behind her and grope blindly for Scott in some bid for - what, apology? Reassurance? She really, really doesn't know.