Logan looks sideways at her, shifting a little so she can lean more comfortably against his shoulder.

"You get used to it," he replies. He lifts the can and eyes it, then takes another long swallow. "Pretty sure I can get used to this."

The hallway is warm and the smell of sun-soaked wood reminds him of better times. He almost expects to hear Jean's laugh coming from one of the rooms, or to see Ororo and Hank walk around the corner. He yawns and rubs his eyes with the back of his wrist.

"This sure is nice."