Walking the streets, Logan sniffed about the air to see if he could find the owner of these clothes. It was difficult considering he was wearing them, but he was able to find trace odors of it about the town.
The smell of spearmint always made him want to take bubble baths. Made him think of a closeness. It made him smile actually. It wasn't his favorite scent, but it made him subtly happy. Like there was something in his mind telling him that it was a good memory buried somewhere in his head trying to claw it's way out. How he wish he could remember it.
He sniffed about, wondering through the streets. The scent was stale for the most part, which lead to Logan becoming rather downcast. But after a turn into the store the scent flooded his nose.
"Your change sir," the woman handed a man a few dollars and coins along with his bag, "Have a great one."
The man said nothing, merely pocketed his money and left. From the aisle Logan was standing in he walked right past him. He not only had the scent of the spearmint, he had other trace scents from the clothes Logan had been wearing.
x
From the distance he had followed the man he noticed him go back to the hotel he had awoken in. The man even had a room next to his. This had to be the guy.
Right before he had planned to go confront him he saw movement and froze. The guy stepped from his room with a box in hand and walked into his room. After mere moments he left Logan's room without the box and went back to his own.
x
He was only in there a few moments before leaving hastily towards the elevator. The Xman waited a few moments before making his way to the room. He used a single claw to slice the lock and walk in. Questions were going to get answered if he had anything to say about it.
x
Some papers were scattered about, mostly take out menus, maps, and some written notes, if you could call it that. Mainly looked like chicken scratch and scribbles. Further inspection into his bags and he found snacks and granola, assumably what he purchased earlier at the store.
Logan was busy ripping through the bag in search for an id or something, he found a picture of one of the female students at his school and a picture of himself. He stared at the pictures in a cross of anger and confusion when his head was suddenly yanked back by the hair. On reflex he swung around to elbow the grabber, only to have his elbow caught. He was almost surprised by that but kicked the feet from under who was behind him.
Due to his hair and arm still being in the assailant's hold he went down too, but they both quickly rose. Logan with his claws brandished and his attacker with his palm open and displaying his own animalistic claws. Looked like he was facing his attacker.
"Well?" he glared, "Make your move."
Victor glared at him. He was in this same position again. This position that caused them both so much hurt. He dropped his hands and looking to Logan in an exhausted manner, "I'm tired of this!"
Logan slowly lowered his hands in confusion, "Tired? We haven't even started."
"I don't want to fight with you anymore, Jimmy," he pleaded, "I just want to talk."
"What are you going on about?" he scoffed, "Whose Jimmy? And who are you suppose to be?"
"I...I'm your brother," Victor furrowed his brows.
He narrowed his eyes, raising his claws again, "I don't have a brother, try again."
The look Victor gave him was that made his heart stop. He looked….devastated. As if he had just died.
"Oh...I see," Victor lowered his head to hide the welling tears, "I understand. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll gather my things."
Logan watched as the man walked around him to pick up the items he'd thrown about. Why was that stirring up such emotions in him? It was like he got punched in the gut.
"Who are you?"
"No one, I suppose," he shrugged, wiping his eyes.
He grabbed him by the shirt, "Who are you? Are you really my brother?" He looked the man in his grey eyes, "Tell me something only my brother would know about me."
Now Victor was bewildered, "I don't understand what is going on..."
Logan kneeled down, "I don't remember anything about my past. I don't remember anything before the last 15 years of my life."
Vic winced, "If you don't remember anything then how would you know what I would say to be true…?"
He had a point, but Logan felt something between the two of them. He needed some way to verify if this was true or some type of trick, "Try."
The elder man sighed, "Despite your alcoholism you prefer hot chocolate when you're having a bad day. Your favorite snack is peanut butter chocolate pie. You like cloth diapers because they feel really soft against your junk." A red blush covered Logan's face, "And when you wear it you prefer to put two pins on each side to make it more secure."
Very few knew that, save for the mind reader. Incontinence was one of Logan's most secure secrets. Going so far as to put chairs in front of his bedroom and bathroom door as well as take his own trash out to make sure no one could burst in on him changing or even stumble upon one.
"Did that pass your test?"
Logan sat on the floor in shock,"Is that why you had those diapers on hand?"
"Those were mine."
He look to Victor unbelieving and grabbed his belt, roughly pulling him over to unfasten his pants. Lo and behold, he did have the same ones on, "Where have you been this decade and a half?"
"I didn't think you wanted to see me," he muttered.
"Why would you think that?"
"The last time we saw one another, you said was we were through," Victor looked to the ground.
It was that broken look again. Something was eating at him.
"Ok," Logan nodded, "I'll believe you. But you're going to have to do something for me."