It is quiet.

Logan blankly watches the sun set behind the horizon, listening to the silence. The world carries on around him, loud and chaotic and wild. There is a sense of comfort in moments like these, when Logan aimlessly wanders in the depths of his thoughts, letting his battle-worn mind take him back to serener times.

He doesn't greet you when you sit next to him, instead glancing at you. It's been a while since he's seen you, yet you look the same as always; exhausted but happy.