Logan read through the book. It was a DSM.
"That is one I read many a time to get the idea of what I was working with for Mikhail," Pete tapped away at his computer.
"So how does this work?"
"In the simplest terms, I have custody of my brother," he typed away, "I'm his...what is it? Power of attorney. You would probably be a simple caretaker as Victor is capable of working."
"So, give me the rundown. How am I supposed to do this?" he did plan to read the books, but he wanted to hear something from a person who deals with this on a more personal level.
"You're suppose to help guide him." Pete stated plainly, "Your brother is more simple minded at times than mine, that can be an advantage or disadvantage."
There was no denying that. The older mutant glanced to the other, "How long have you known him?"
"As I have said, three years." he jotted a few notes, "He's been my brother's flatmate so we have had plenty of time to get to know each other. Hense why I know how he thinks and how much he adores you."
Logan averted his eyes, "So you should probably know well how to deal with him."
"I know very well," Pete nodded grabbing another book to give Logan.
X
They studied for a solid hour in silence. Pete had given him a small pile of books to get a feel for his brother's mental state.
"Got a question for you." Logan started.
"Da?"
"Is it a psycho thing to like baby stuff?"
The Russian tilted his head, "Baby stuff? Babying? Well I think everyone likes to be babied to a degree. Mikhail prefers me to brush his hair for him. I'm not quite sure I understand the question."
He shook his head, dismissing the question.
"Are you comprehending what you're reading?"
"Oh yes, it's all dandy. I now know I have to explain to him why I'm gonna kick his a$$ when he does something."
Pete tsked, "Well, you are right. But I'm going to introduce you to the chair technique. I feel it works wonders with your brother."
"I am not putting him in timeout," he scoffed at the ridiculous idea.
"Why? Afraid it won't hurt him enough? Or that it might work?"
"I think beating him might prove a little more effective."
"Really? How's that worked out for you so far?"
Logan glared to him, "Better than a timeout."
"There you go again," the young mutant started, "Thinking you know everything when you clearly don't. Remember, I'm taking time to help YOU out. I know how to quail your brother much better than you do."
He huffed, "Fine, we'll try the stupid timeout tactic."
Pete shrugged, "It's not a conventional timeout. I'll most likely have to show it to you. But you have to make it a serious goal to spend more time with your brother. He has to know you're disciplining him out of love and not just because you're angry."
He sighed, nodding.
"And you also need to know what he likes so you can reward him accordingly. Mikhail enjoys working with his hands, so I got him clay and that cat's cradle string."
"What would you get Victor?"
"That's easy, he likes food, so I would give him candies, ice cream or other little treats."
"Yeah. He really likes that bear I got him…" not that he was going to buy another. Stupid toy already stole his side of Victor's bed. But maybe that meant his brother liked little toys.
X
Didn't take long before Victor was in trouble.
"What is happening?" Pete was startled when Logan began dragging him along.
"You're going home with us to show me this chair tactic," the mutant growled gruffly.
"I don't want to go in the chair!" the oldest of the three complained loudly.
X
Upon arriving home Logan released Pete and drug Victor to the kitchen, pulling one of the chairs from the table and pushing the back of it to the wall, shoving his brother in it.
"Stay right there!"
"I don't want to go in the chair," he grumbled, standing, just to get pushed back.
"You stay here or I'll kick your a $$!"
"Are you going to explain what he did?" Pete glanced about the home.
"He made some kid lock himself in his room for hours!" Logan held his brother to the chair.
"Explain it to him."
"You sit here since you feel it's ok to hurt kids' feelings," he looked to Victor.
"I didn't even say anything hurtful to him, not my fault he's sensitive," he pushed back at Logan to get up.
"Yeah? What did you say then?" he crossed his arms and glared.
"The kid was whining about wanting his parents to come get him, I just asked why they would want to."
"Exactly! And you made the kid feel unwanted and hurt his feelings!"
Victor pushed from the chair angrily, "It's not my fault how he took it."
"How would you have taken it? Sit!"
"Room and board away from home," he shrugged, "Less hassle."
"That's not what you meant! Don't play me for dumb!"
Pete interjected himself into the yelling match to keep Logan from losing it. He gently pushed Logan aside and grabbed Victor by his shoulders, placing him in the chair rather roughly.
"What you said hurt his feelings. Wouldn't it hurt your feelings to think Logan didn't want you?" he looked down to Victor, grabbing his chin to force him to look him in the face when he attempted to turn away, "You need to think about how you could have reworded your statement. And you will sit here, where your brother put you, for 30 minutes."
"I don't want to sit here," he crossed his arms, turning away as Pete went to talk to Logan.
The other grumbled, grabbing a beer.
"I didn't shout, or even raise my voice," Pete explained, "I did tell him, very clearly, what he did wrong and give him an amount of time. He's use to being yelled at so what will that do?" he looked to his fellow mutant, "You should know this will be trying."
Logan sighed, "I know."
X
A few minutes went by before Victor slid from the chair, slowly creeping out of the kitchen.
"Where do you think you're going?" his younger brother asked.
"I need to change."
"No you dont, chair." he pointed.
Victor stamped, "I don't want to be in d mn the chair, I've been there long enough!"
"Get on the chair now!"
"You don't need to have a shouting match. Put him back on the chair yourself," The psychopath guru told the short tempered caretaker as he sipped his water and sketched.
Logan huffed, being forced to get out the chair and reach for his brother, who of course snatched away, making Logan grab at him several more times before catching his shirt and dragging him to the seat. The second he let him go he instantly tried to run off.
He forgot the giant Russian was there and was swiftly grabbed by his arm, nearly jerking it out of socket. Pete dragged him back to the chair, setting him down.
"Make him sit," Pete repeated, "Every time he gets up bring him back. He doesn't have control over this."
"Why can't I just kill him?"
"That's a bit of a permanent solution to a temporary problem."
X
After Piotr forced Victor into the chair he stayed there for his full thirty minutes without too much fuss. That was a lot easier than Pete let on.