Logan walked into the bar with a growl in his throat, "Hey bub, I need the strongest beer you have," he called to the bartender.
When it was passed to him he took three long sips. He looked about bar and noticed a familiar face.
He strode to a table not too far off and sat across from his Russian student.
"Hey Pete, never fancied I'd see you hanging out in a bar. What's your poison?"
"Why would I want overpriced, watered down alcohol? My brother has 150 proof hidden somewhere at home. Alcohol so pure just sniffing it gets me tipsy," he sighed, "They serve food here as well."
"Sounds like a good time," he sipped his liquid gold. Pete just just glared at him, unamused at the comment.
Soon the young mutant's order came.
"So what are you here for?" Logan ordered another, "I'm sure it isn't for the loaded fries."
"Food is a necessity." he munched, "I assume there is a reason you couldn't drink at your home."
Logan sneered, "Victor wants to sit at home and pout so I let him."
"And why would he be pouting, dare I ask?"
The old alcoholic chuckled with bit of a scoff, "Happy you asked. So for the past week I've been coming home to the place having brand new stuff. And not just little stuff, I'm talking about a vacuum, d mn microwave oven and the like. Over a grand of fresh new items.
"Today there is even more stuff. I go out to talk to Victor about it and even more stuff in the shed. Considering he said he's working part time now there's no way this idiot has the money just laying around for all this." Logan hardly noticed Piotr's disdain, "He claims that he's been finding this stuff in the trash for two weeks.
"So he takes me to this trash and it's behind a store. Best case scenario someone from the store was trying to steal and he intercepted their attempts. Worse case scenario, this jackass has been stealing shipments and there is a pissed off delivery guy ready to kill him."
He took another loud gulp, "And when I catch him in the lie he ask what he's done."
"Sounds like the simple thinking a child might have," Colossus sipped his water.
"And when I yell at him, because of course I did, he goes and pouts on his teddy bear, saying it's nice to him and that I'm an sshole." he growled lightly, "Stupid jerk."
Pete slammed his hand on the table, startling Wolverine. He glared daggers at him, "You stop calling your brother names! No wonder he's pouting, if you spoke to him this way then you probably hurt his feelings!"
"I hurt his feelings? What about me?"
"You selfish child!" he glared, "That's all you're thinking about is you! What about your brother? What's your brother's favorite snack?"
"What?"
"Answer the question!"
"Ice cream."
"His favorite meal?"
"I don't know, pasta?"
"Beef Bourguignon. His favorite animal?"
Logan scoffed, "Sabretooth tiger."
"Kodiak Bear, followed closely by grizzly and black bear," he stared, unamused, "Favorite color, red, favorite vegetable, snap peas, fruit, plums and craisins. Shouldn't you know these things? He has been with you six months!"
"What's this have to do with anything?" he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"All you see are his faults! He's been trying very hard to please you! Even Scott sees that and he hates you both. Yet you don't see it!"
"I-I do…"
"You've called him stupid along with several other unloving aliases," His blue eyes bore into the older mutant.
"I didn't call him stupid!" he glared back, "I said he was acting stupid!"
"You called him stupid. There is a difference between saying he's acting stupid and calling him stupid. Actions can be changed, if someone themselves is stupid everything they do, think, are is stupid." he glared, "And I know you aren't just saying these things to me. I know you called him these names to his face."
"Well," Pete was right, "He's supposed to be so d mn smart but he acts like this!"
"What is psychopathy? It's a mental problem. Mental problems don't have a d mn thing to do with intelligence! Mikhail has an iq of 180, is a cosmonaut and powerful mutant, and he's mentally ill and depressed," he scoffed, "I just came from mopping up piss and holding my brother as he wished me free of him. As if I see him as a burden. Then you come in complaining about your brother and speaking of him as if he's nothing."
"Well what am I supposed to do? Just let him steal and whatever he wants?"
"Maybe stop being so difficult and actually help him see what he's doing wrong. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure if someone ask what they did maybe they don't understand."
He growled, "So I suppose I'm just this terrible brother huh?"
"Yes you are," Pete nodded, finishing his water, leaving Logan stunned at the bluntness of his response.
The older mutant crossed his arms in a gruff glare aimed at the table.
"Look who's pouting now," Col glanced at him, "I'll tell you what you're going to do, Logan. You're going to march your adamantium self home and apologize to Victor. And tell him how much you adore him and you are not going to call him another unloving name again." he yanked the older mutant's arm, "Am I understood?"
Logan's eyes widened to him for a minute before nodding.
Pete released his grip, "Victor thinks very highly of you. The same as I do for Mikhail."