[ His lips pull into a frown, as they tend to whenever he hears kids' stories. It's rarely ever anything good, and though Peter's isn't the worst one he's heard, he thinks about a younger Quicksilver all by himself -- isolated, alone because his world was different.

And yet here he is, thinking of the good things anyway. Peter's smile has always been bright, but it seems brighter in comparison to the frown that colours Logan's own features; it reminds him of the war, of when Logan was angry and miserable and mourning, and Peter Maximoff was there to remind him of what measly, small things could count as "good" for soldiers like them. That they were still alive. That at least they had each other.

(Until Logan didn't have him any more, but at least he has him now.) ]

Guinness book actually let you put your times in? [ Logan doubts it, but he knows he might as well ask. They reach the truck and he sets the engine down, and then makes sure everything is secure before closing the back portion. ] You were in high school in... what, the 70's, right? [ Dusting his hands off, he makes his way to the driver's side. ] Pretty sure there weren't any mutant laws then.