[ The hair question always has him looking up, no matter who asks it. And, as always, he fails to see the white streak in question, and Logan winces internally at the stupidity of it all. One of these days he should really just try and catch his reflection somewhere, anywhere.

He meets Henry's gaze again. ] Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. [ He reaches up to run his fingers through his hair, and while it smooths it out for all of a moment, all the spikes go back up a half-second after anyway. It's his fate to never be neat, ever. ]

All I know's it came out a little after we all woke up in boxes. [ He's trying not to think about it. ] Doesn't hurt, so it's probably okay.

But seriously, the X? You know what that stands for?