Warren flew up to the roof from the back, landing lightly. He walked cautiously along the tiled slopes as he tucked his wings against his back. It was quiet up here, but ... that had been the idea.

He'd needed to get away, from everything. From the people that associated him with the cure, to the people that looked at him funny, to the people he wanted to look at. He rubbed his hands across his eyes, and as he inhaled he noticed a scent. Sharp, smokey, but something else. Then he heard the deep rumble of rough laughter.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he crept with cat-like stealth toward the sound. He paused upon realizing he was intruding on a private gathering, but by then it was too late. The Wolverine's eyes were on him.

"C'mon, kid. Join the party."

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

Logan shrugged, exhaling smoke in a stream. "Nothin' to interrupt."

"We were just sharing memories." Hank was shirtless, his blue fur ruffled by the slight breeze stirring on the roof. He was smoking, too, but it wasn't a cigar, or even a cigarette. Warren wasn't so sheltered that he couldn't recognize a joint when he saw it.

Hesitantly, the angel made his way closer to the pair, and only once he was beside them did he see the third form. Indigo nearly bled into black, but yellow eyes shone brightly as Kurt glanced to him, offering him a nod. He returned the gesture before he settled down, a comfortable distance away from them, but still included in them. He didn't know any of them well enough to start talking - and he'd never even seen the third guy before - so he remained quiet, enjoying the semi-escape.

"I loved her, you know. I did. But she loved Scott. From the moment they brought him here, she was his. Ah, lord but it took them ages to admit it. To get together. He was always so cautious. She was always so ... passive." Hank took another drag off the joint, holding the smoke before exhaling it slowly.

"It's just as well." Hank snorted back a laugh. "It's all just as well."

Logan didn't say anything. There wasn't anything to say to that. He exhaled again, shifting his eyes to Warren, then to Kurt. Angels and demons. He smirked at his thought, but let it go unvoiced. Instead, he replied to Hank. "I think everyone loved her."

Hank nodded. "She was special."

Kurt shifted his weight slightly, his tail curling against the roof for support as he regarded the other men on the roof. He'd been up here first, but he certainly didn't protest their presence. He welcomed their thoughts, their voices. Dark chin dipped in a nod of agreement to what they were saying. He hadn't known her very long - hardly at all, really - but he could tell there was something very special about her.

"She'll be back." Logan stubbed out his cigar on the roof before tucking it back into his pocket.

Hank smirked, rolling his shoulders. "What makes you say that?" Wishful thinking? Hopeless love?

"If she really is a Phoenix...if she didn't die the first time...why would it be any different, this time? She'll be back. Scott too."

"And the professor? I suppose you're going to invent some reason he'll return?" He hadn't heard a reason for Scott coming back, but.. well, why not? They'd never found a body. "You watched him die, Logan."

Logan shrugged. "Chuck's a smart man."

"Intelligence cannot save you from death." Kurt's voice was a soft, low interruption.

"He's got a point." Hank pointed out, nodding toward Kurt. "I'm intelligent, but someday ... I'm going to die." It was sad to think about, but it wasn't unlikely - especially with the chaos brewing, the hatred for mutants, the prejudice of humanity.

Logan just shrugged by way of response, effectively killing the topic. No one bothered to revive it as each lost himself in his own thoughts.

Logan wasn't going to die - and that depressed the hell out of him. He wondered how many generations of students he would watch pass through the school, and he shook his head. How many Jeans would there be? It was daunting. He ran his hands down his face before he pushed to his feet. He mumbled something in passing about seeing them later, and he let himself back into the mansion.

Hank watched him go, then turned his eyes back over the lawn. He took another drag from the joint, and then pinched it out before exhaling the smoke. He remained even as the Angel flew down to the lawn, and Kurt teleported down.

Eventually, he stretched stiffening muscles, and bounded from the roof to the lawn. Life went on.

For some, it went on longer than for others.