Kurt found Logan smoking a cigar in front of the X Mansion. He hasn't spoken to him much since the day he showed up. Logan actually didn't speak to anyone but Jean and maybe the professor. But then again, the other X-men weren't trying all that hard to befriend him. Especially not Scott.
"Wolverine!" Kurt said.
"Nightcrawler," Logan said as he pointed a cigar at him.
Kurt stood next to him. He wanted to ask him how he was, but he could tell he wasn't in a good mood. He couldn't think of anything clever to say, so he just stood there in silence, awkwardly smiling at Logan. "Wow, this is painful," Logan thought. "Brew?" Logan asked as he reached out with a beer in his hand.
"No, thank you," Kurt said, but changed his mind when Logan held the beer close to his face anyway.
"Well, alright then..." Kurt said as he took a sip. "Maybe drinkin' will make this less awkward," Logan thought.
"I don't think I ever thanked you for helping us out that one time," Kurt said. "You just slashed through all those people like it was nothing! It was amazing!" Kurt said all excited.
"I ain't good at many things, but the ones I'm good at, I'm the best at," Logan smirked and popped his claws out. Kurt agreed. Wolverine was the last guy on Earth you'd want to piss off, which is why he didn't have many friends.
"Have you spoken to Jean lately?" Kurt asked.
Was this about Jean? Was she the reason for this awkward conversation? Logan spoke to Jean vaguely yesterday, when he and the professor were trying to help her with her powers. Her aim was very good, but she couldn't stop it on her own. Professor had to step in every single time. Jean was falling into depression and she distanced herself not only from her friends, but from him as well.
"Is this 'bout Jean?" Logan asked.
"One of the reasons. I'm worried about her," Kurt said concerned.
Logan was worried as well. Jean's powers were a ticking time-bomb. He would never lose hope, but all these failed attempts were discouraging. And now she didn't even speak to him about it.
"Is she okay?" Kurt asked.
"Don't know. Ya gonna have to ask Jeannie. She ain't talkin' to me, either," he said. Logan knew Jean was growing distant because of fear of what she might do to them, but he wasn't going to tell him that. That was up to Jean to explain.
Kurt heard sadness in Logan's voice.
"You like her, don't you?" Kurt asked more or less rhetorically.
"More than ya know," Logan smiled, but his eyes remained sad. He wouldn't speak about personal things to many people, but he never hid his feelings for Jean in front of anybody.
"What's the other reason ya came to talk to me?" Logan said.
"I came to thank you and also tell you that no matter what people think, I think you're a great addition to our team!"
"No matter what people think? What do they think!?"
"O-oh..."
"Nightcrawler...?"
"Well, some people think you're...too stubborn and angry to take commands," Kurt quickly looked away from Logan.
"Some people, ya mean Boy Scout Scott..."
"No...yeah," Kurt admitted.
"My anger sure helped when he was 'bout to get shot by them sons of bitches a few years back," Logan said bitterly. He spent all his life trying to control the animal within him. He's gotten better but it would still come out here and then. He hated when somebody pointed it out to him. Now that he thought about it, Jean was going through the same thing.
"Please, don't tell him I told you!"
"Nah, I don't wanna talk to him anyway..."
"I gotta go now. Thanks for the beer!" Kurt said.
"Ya welcome," Logan said. He threw the cigar on the ground, angry. "Damn Scooter, never failin' to piss me off through all of time 'n' space," he thought.
His anger started to fade away slowly as the conversation with Nightcrawler ran through his mind. Strange blue fella, that one, but he considered him a friend. At least he didn't mind his anger outbursts.
But there was another thing making him angry - Jean not talking to him. He finished his beer, entered the mansion and walked up to Jean's room. He knocked at her door, and stepped from side to side nervously as he waited for her to answer.
"Logan! Hi!" He could tell she was forcing a smile. She looked very tense, not a single muscle on her was relaxed. And her eyes were a little swollen, she was crying earlier.
He felt an urge to hug her. "Jean, what happened?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just couldn't sleep last night."
Logan looked at her suspiciously.
"Really, that's it," she added when she saw he didn't believe her.
Logan shook his head, his emotions shifting from concern to anger.
"Why dontcha talk to me, Jeannie?"
"Logan, please..."
"No, why dontcha talk to me, I'm here to help!" he sounded more hurt than angry now.
"I know you are. I'm failing, Logan, it's not getting better."
"You ain't failin'."
"I am. What if not all of time can be rewritten? What if I'm meant to lose control? What if you're meant to kill me?"
"Don't talk like that!"
"See, this is why I didn't want to say anything in the first place. I didn't want you to feel like I do."
"Well, great job, Jeannie," sarcasm was heavy on his voice.
"I'm sorry. I'll get over this," Jean said, feeling his pain.
"Just don't give up, okay?"
"I won't, I promise."
"Sleep well, Jeannie."
"Good night, Logan."

She sensed his thoughts and emotions even after he left. He was upset and hurt. "Great, I'm so concerned about hurting people with my powers, that I hurt them with my behavior," she thought. She took a deep breath. "Come on, Jean, you gotta get over this," she said out loud.
One thing was for certain. Neither one of them would sleep tonight.