This? Logan raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask what 'this' referred to, though he certainly had his hopes. Instead, he exhaled.
"You're... relentless, you know that?" the faintest trace of fondness lingered in his tone, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. But the smile faded pretty quickly.
Logan took her arm and gently led her over to the couch to sit down. He had a feeling she should be sitting down, but didn't want to just instruct her to do so. He released her arm and didn't meet her eyes. He was going to tell her, but he couldn't bring himself to watch the fallout of that knowledge.
"Someone shot me. In the chest." In the heart actually, but she didn't need to know the exact location. "I woke up covered in my own blood, with a hole in my shirt. And no wound." His hand fluttered to his heart for just a moment. "Veronica, the truth is, I don't know how I ended up here, or what actually happened after that gunshot. None of it makes any sense to me."