[ Kurt looks down at his drink, the dark liquid in the glass, as he thinks about his answer. He rubs his fingertips over his stomach, trying to summon something other than pain and remembered grief.

How long? Too long. Always, too long. And how to summarise everything that he's missed, the fights, the quiet moments? ]

The school is.. how it always is. [ He offers a shrug, a quick flash of a smile that doesn't quite reach his lambent eyes. He was there yesterday, with Jean and the others, and now here -- it's too strange. ] Bigger. Chaotic. Kitty, Ororo, Laura.. they're fine. They -- we -- miss you. It's been.. years, Logan. Two years, nearly three.