Logan didn't follow him- He understood it wasn't a topic either of them wanted to talk about. It was a bridge they'd cross when they reached it... Though Logan struggled to keep it all bottled up inside.

He was going to get old. He was going to die. ...He was going to lose Jack either way. This, as lovely as it was, wouldn't last.

Laying on his back in the centre of the bed, Logan started to hum softly to himself. It was a quiet song, slow and melancholy, and eventually the room picked up on it and began to play it softly.