[ Oh, that's not the reaction Scott expected, and for a beat or two, it totally catches him off guard. He also just stares at Logan as the other lets that sentence go and disappears into the other side of the shelf.

Huh. How odd.

But Scott lets that linger for a few minutes as he carries the box to point B once again. They have six hours in this shift whether they both like it or not (they don't) so there's time to press for answers.

When Scott ultimately decides to, he's gentle about it, approaching the other mutant without any hint of aggression or annoyance. It's definitely something that bothered Logan enough to stop arguing with him. That's something.

Leaning against the shelf, hands crossed against his sweaty, and slightly matted, chest, he looks at Logan. ]

Come on, Logan. Talk to me. [ No trace of a demanding nor domineering tone present in his words. ] Since when? I wanna know. [ There's only genuine curiosity and concern there. ] The Professor briefly talked about the future. I told you about it at the resort.

[ Scott remembers Logan even mentioning he drowned but he'll put a pin on that for now. He'll address that later. ] What happened? To us mutants, the school... [ To me, he wants to say, but Scott always puts others before himself. ] To you.