He's the one that makes the call. Rogue is playing with Rebecca and Olivier on the living room floor, and he can hear the girls' laughter and Olivier's cheerful babble.

The phone rings twice.

"Hello," Logan answers brusquely.

Remy rakes one hand through his hair. "We're coming back in a couple months. Need to work out the details."

Logan says nothing for a long moment. Then he sighs. "Already, huh?"

The children are laughing. Irrelevant tiny details, like Olivier's cowlick, the sparkle in Rebecca's eye, a wayward curl of Rogue's draw Remy's eyes to watch them intently.

"Oui," he answers.