Logan has his hand on his door, but he doesn't quite open it up yet as he meets her gaze too. He takes in what she says with a soft, almost smile (which has felt out of place on his face for a long, long time, he's not someone that has reason to smile anymore). He can't remember the last time he had anyone that worried about him at all.

"I thought about you too, Christine."

He went to a place that had an absence of everyone, and it's what he thought he wanted (an empty life where he could keep the world safe from him). He was wrong. Logan opens the door slowly, keeping it open for her. "I was home. Not much at home for me, but I was there."