The walk home was slow and full of heavy thoughts. Was he really a terrible brother? Of course he was. What type of question was that? He had been really mean to Victor earlier. Really mean. Heck, he hardly knew anything about his brother.
"Victor?" he creaked the door open, half expecting his brother to have left and gone anywhere but home. If he wasn't home that might be good.
A quick inspection revealed he was in fact there, on his bed, right where Logan drove him to earlier.
The younger rubbed the nape of his neck and slowly walked closer, stopping just next to the bed.
"You awake?" he knew he was but had no intention of responding, "I'm sorry about earlier. Sorry about everything I said." a sigh, "I.." Logan gingerly sat next to him, "You're not stupid. And I do love you."
He leaned against his silent brother's back, "Do you believe me? Can you forgive me?"
Vic turned some, opening his arm some. Logan climbed into his half open arm, flopping onto the bear some.
He hugged his brother tight and sighed, "Sorry I've been a sh*t brother. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I know you're trying. I'm just going to have to help you understand."
The night soon fell with the two falling asleep in the cuddled position. Of course Logan got a text message about ten. It was Poitr.
I wanted to apologize for earlier. I allowed my emotions to speak.
Logan sat up some, sighing from the text. It's ok, Pete. You were right. I have been a total d*ck to him. I just needed someone to give it to me straight, and I appreciate it.
I understand how difficult it can be. I would be more than willing to give you help. I have a good three years experience with your brother and his antics, as well as my own brat.
The older mutant read the text. He was admittedly not one to ask for help, he'd rather figure it out himself, but this was a little more delicate a situation and he'd already seen how he naturally handle it.
Help would be great.
Pete smiled at the response. He text his reply: can figure a day out later, alas I am tired and must sleep. Good night.
Night.
Logan sighed, nestling into his brother. He would fix it.
X
"Hey Mik," Victor waltzed in with a basket, "Got your laundry together?"
The man barely looked up from his couch pillow, "Laundry room."
"Someone just took his medication," he marked as he walked back, "Jimmy left out early to go do something or another." He separated his stuff and opened the washer, "How are you?"
"I wet my pants," he muttered.
"I wet my pants everyday," Victor tried figuring the machine, "You probably drank too much yesterday."
"I did, three quarters of 80 proof," he rubbed his face into the pillow.
"What's wrong with the machine?"
"It's broken," the Russian shrugged.
"You could've told me that," Vic looked at the piles, "Did you tell Piotr?"
"No, I've given him enough problems."
Vic crossed his arms, looking at the pile and back at the man, "Well?"
X
"You guys have all this!?" Cain looked at the giant bags and baskets, "Seriously?"
"My machine is broke," Mik took his lounge clothes off and handed them to the feral mutant.
"Not even the ones you're wearing are clean?" he snatched the basket, "Give me that."
"I was gonna do it, but thanks," Victor took his outerwear off and handed it over, along with his nappy.
"No. Put on your pampers, I a) don't want you whizzing, anywhere in here, b) don't want you swinging pipe all while you're here."
"Calm your tits, I'm doing it," he took his bag and fastened a disposable on, as he did every laundry day.
"You and your bear fetish," he rolled his eyes, taking the bags off, "At least you were good enough to bring your own detergent."
"Yep," he took the other basket and followed, "Where's your wife?"
"Court," he cleared his clothes from the dryer, "Make use of yourself. Fold these." he pushed the basket into Victor's hand, taking the other.
"Yes, your majesty."
X
With the clothes in the machine Cain walked some drinks over.
"Juice for you and juice for him," he handed the cat-like mutant a sippy cup belonging to his nephew and did the same with Mikhail. It was blatant teasing of Victor, for Mik it was more a precaution that he didn't spill anything since his meds made him have the coordination of a headless chicken sometimes.
Vic took it without so much as a squeak, sucking the juice down now that he had finished folding.
Cain sulked at the lack of response, "You give me no joy."
"It's not as bothersome as you think it is, especially since you keep doing it," he said around the sucking.
He stuck his tongue out and grabbed Mikhail's arm, lifting it with no reaction from the man, "Did he just take his meds? He is really asleep..."
"Yeah, but you know it's about halfway through his noon naptime."
"Oh," Cain scoffed, turning to the movie channel, "Ohh, Hide and Seek."
X
The group was rather lazy and relaxed as the chores were being done. Mikhail woke up after a while in need of the potty. That actually gave Cain a great idea on how to entertain himself.
Victor looked up from his magazine to see Cain smiling in his face.
"That's not weird at all," the mutant went back to reading, noticing a tapping on his crotch, "Is there a reason you are touching me?"
"Someone is wet."
"Is it you?"
Mikhail walked back towards the front, hearing the protest of Victor. Cain must be trying to change him again. He knew how much Victor hated that.
"You let go of me!" the mutant kicked the Juggernaut in the chest and face several time, trying to pull his leg from his ironclad grip.
"Bet you wish that actually hurt," Cain sang in a teasing manner as he went in Victor's bag, setting up the oil and other items.
"Why do you patronize him like that?" Mikhail started but paused, hearing the bell. Clearly Cain was too into changing an adult's nappy to answer so he walked over.
Was the green giant at the door.
"Is...Cain here?" he looked down to the young man in shorts and an undershirt.
"Cain, your cousin is here!" Mik called, walking back to the couch.
"You stop with your claws!" he managed to fasten the straps and let him loose, grabbing the wet one for disposal before walking to Hulk, "How's it going? You're here for that thing, right?" he asked him, arm sleeve in shreds.
The giant looked to the unhappy mutant as he put his items in his bag with a grumble and snatched his cuppie, pulling one of the blankets from the couch to hide under..
"You shouldn't be so rough when changing babies," he scolded.