This takes place just after the camp scene in the X-2 movie - after Jean unlocked some of Kurt's (Nightcrawler's) memories.
"Gehen Sie weg, lassen sie mich allein..."
Logan's grasp of German was non-existent (hell, he had trouble with plain ol' English and often just used his fists when he really needed to communicate) but he understood "go away, leave me alone" no matter what lingo it was babbled in.
He just pretended not to.
"I'm thinkin' we got interrupted back there," he said in his best "I ain't gonna turn ya into coleslaw" voice, pulling out one of the congressional folding chairs and sitting in it backward. "You were sayin' somethin' about a circus..."
Kurt ignored the bland joke and Logan altogether, just a shadow in the dark counting the rosary. The beads were wrapped so tightly around his fingers that Logan was sure he was aiming to add a few more scars to the intricate pattern of raised tattoos that swirled across his skin. Ororo had said she thought Jean's little mind trick had worked to a bad effect on the mutant and it was apparent to the Wolverine that Kurt wasn't taking the sudden reminders to well.
Logan hated to admit it, but it seemed he and the fuzzy blue elf had a lot in common.
"...and because of' that little interruption," he continued lamely on the same front, "I never did get to thank ya for snatchin' Rogue back."
Without looking up or changing the tone of voice from the German cadence of his prayers, Kurt mumbled "It vould have been useless had ve crashed."
"Ya wouldn'ta done the whole jumpin' thing out again in that case?" Logan asked, clutching desperately at even that thread of conversation.
"I do not know," Kurt said thickly. "Eversing iz very confused." He turned away again as whatever had him sank its claws in deeper. "Ze things I know since Miss Grey...terrible things..."
"Yeah, she has that effect on people," Logan muttered darkly, Jean's comment about "ending up with the good guy" still fresh in his mind.
In that moment, he lost Kurt. The other mutant folded up in abject misery. Logan sighed in a long suffering way, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of the Nightcrawler for a little while now (except the German phrase "Oh mein Gott, verzeihen mir") as his world completely broke apart.
Logan knew how it went - unsettling, incomplete memories, a disconnected remembrance of pain, and a terrifying sense of violence visited upon others. He thought about how it was too bad that the two of them couldn't just take to the bottle. Logan had found that though the alcohol (like his cigars) took the edge off his over-precipitous nature, his healing factor kicked in long before the buzz could develop a sting. For Kurt, who was obviously one of those "religious types," it probably just wasn't going to be an option.
So for the moment, Logan just acted as kind of a silent "company" - some kind of presence that the other mutant wasn't finding in his God at the moment. In that capacity, it fell to the rough, older man to bear witness when Kurt, his lamp-like eyes filled with a sudden and luminous horror, admitted to the darkness: "I think I killed someone."
That was the breaker. The switch that would flip the world for the teleporter one way or another. And it was in Logan's hands.
The Wolverine actually had to stop himself from saying "is that all?" Until recently, he'd have probably just popped his claws and waived six inches of razor sharp adamantium threateningly at Kurt, telling him to "get over it" or something. But the Professor had actually been getting it into that metal thickened skull of his that a display of prowess was not the solution to every situation. Logan hadn't ever thought he had it in him to be a negotiator, but the world was showing itself to be continually full of surprises for the Wolverine.
"Only one thing ta do in a case like this," he said, clamping a cigar between his teeth pushing the chair aside. "We gots'ta make confession I 'spose."
Logan surprised the Nightcrawler right out of his terrified shock by grabbing a handful of Kurt's spangled coat and hauling him to his feet. He pushed the mutant up to the communion rail and commenced to yell toward the rafters on his behalf.
"Hey God, you bastard. You listenin' up there to a couple a' crazy muties? We got ourselves a confession ta make. We don't like your mysterious ways, got that? It's a bunch o' crap. Just don't work right for us and we want to file a complaint!"
The pigeons in the loft shuffled uneasily at the noise. Nightcrawler stared at Logan in a dazed kind of shock.
Now that he had the other's attention, Logan backtracked. "Don't think we've been formally introduced," he said, offering Kurt the hand he'd been hitherto shaking at the cross. "They call me Wolverine, but heretic's fine too if it suits ya."
Later, Ororo came across Kurt drifting back into camp in an aura of uncertain peace about his features.
"He didn't offer to show you his claws and give you something immediate to worry about, did he?" she asked carefully, unsure of the Wolverine's tactics even at the best of times.
"Kein er nicht...no," Kurt said, almost smiling through the weariness in his eyes. "Herr Logan...he iz good at making things understood."
Ororo was dumbfounded. What she had actually expected was for Logan drag the Nightcrawler back into camp and she had only hoped the devout German would be in one piece. This turn of events was beyond her and stood far outside the of how she thought she knew Logan.
But it hit right on solid ground when Kurt said "He told me to let you know...in zere morning to look for him in 'his church'?"
She could only hope the Wolverine would leave the bar standing.