He looked up to her too, his gaze soft and searching, his brow slightly furrowed. She wanted to keep this--whatever this was--a secret from Logan. He swallowed, his lips parted as he examined the renewed strength in her expression, the firmness of her resolve. She was scared. He thought she was scared, at least. Scared of whatever consequences would ensue. About what had happened.

If Logan knew--if Emma knew, they must know this. At least Emma must. How could she not know? So he nodded, comforted by that thought, at least. "Okay," he agreed. "I won't tell anyone. Just--as long as you promise me one thing."