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"You're welcome."
"I mean it," he said, looking at her after a pause. "I don't understand why your family's going out of your way for me."
"No offense, because you're great and everything, but you're not the only person we go out of our way for."
"Why do you guys do that?"
"Because that's just the way of things when you… it's God."
"What's God?"
"The reason we go out of our way to help others."
He paused again, shaking his head thoughtfully. "I already told Rita I'm not trying to get religious."
"You already told me that, too. And neither of us care if you're religious. I don't even like religion."
"Then what do you like?"
"Jesus."
"He was just… one… guy," Logan said, not understanding the whole Christianity thing.
"Yeah, that's right. There's only one of Him. He isn't just a plain guy, but there is only one of Him."
"Isn't that kind of offensive?" he asked.
Claire had been lying on her back with her knees in the air, and she swiveled and sat up to face Logan when he asked that question. "Isn't what offensive?" she asked, looking completely confused.
"That you claim that your God is theonly way."
"Because He is if you want to go to heaven. He's not the only way to go in life. Lots of people choose to go other ways in life. I'm only saying He's the only way if you want to go to heaven afterward."
"Isn't that offensive?"
"What? No," she said, still confused. "It's not offensive that there's only one way, it's amazing that there is a way at all."
"Yeah, but what about all the people who don't believe like you? What about those who choose Buddha or Allah or their own god? You think they can't go to heaven? Isn't that offensive?"
"I hear what you're saying and still, no. It's not offensive at all. Two plus two equals four. The answer is four. You're not going around saying the numbers five or six should be offended. The number four is the right answer. It's not a matter of being offended. Let's say I was in a life-or-death situation on the edge of a cliff, about to fall off, gripping onto a rock with all my might. I’m there, needing to be rescued… and Superman comes flying through the sky and comes up to me and is about to carry me to safety… I wouldn't look at Superman and say I'm offended that you're not Batman or The Green Lantern. I wouldn't beoffendedthat I didn't have more options in this situation. No. I needed to be rescued, and someone did it. It's not offensive that there's only one person coming to rescue you. It's amazing that there's one at all."
He was quiet for a moment. "Whoa," he said finally.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I didn't expect you to put it like that. I don't know what to say to that."
She glanced at him with a mischievous smile and raised her eyebrows. "Why say it when you could sing it instead."
She gestured to the guitar. She had asked him what must have been a dozen other times since they met, and he always told her he'd play a song once he got a new guitar.
"Fine," he said, feeling soft in that moment. He leaned over to retrieve the instrument, and Claire gasped and sat back on the bed dramatically.
"Why would you play that one when your new one is right there by the door?"
"What, you, what? What, Claire?"
She smiled, seeing his confused excitement. "The guitar is right out there on the other side of that do—" but she was cut off because Logan popped off of the bed like his rear end was on fire. It took him all of three seconds to open the door and pull the guitar inside.
