He wanted to ask. Wanted to know what just happened, why it did. But he couldn't--wouldn't ask, not now. Sensed that even if he tried and broke the quiet, it wouldn't be for the best. He knew maybe he should tell someone. Tell Emma or Logan, tell Storm, but he knew, holding her as he was at that moment, that he wouldn't. He wouldn't until he knew something more. Until she told him or explained. She was private and as long as she was... okay right now, there was no need too push so soon. And this was... private. His eyes closed on a short sigh, his fingers smoothing back her hair, idly playing with it.