Saying Logan and Viktor had history was like saying oil didn't mix well with water. It was true, certainly, but there was a bit more of a layer to it than just the surface level knowledge. Like when you taught a child the sky was blue. You could look and see that it was blue, certainly, but then there came the why, the 'what makes it blue', all the little details and intricacies.
So yes- Logan and Viktor didn't get along. ..surface level stuff.
But then, it was probably for the best, if few knew just how bad it got between them, if they really were going to try this whole 'kumbayah', therapy stuff with him. He just had to smile and be on good behavior.
So he smiled. And then he smiled again, with a little less fang, because apparently, too many teeth is still uncanny, even amongst other mutants. Or maybe it was just his own reputation that proceeded him, too many teeth meaning he might turn on them. Which- fair. He didn't blame them their wariness. If anything, he was a little amused by it. Like a few wolf laying down in a field of sheep and rams. The rams were on guard and the sheep hesitated and stared, but as long as he was full, as long as he lay very still..
Well. They'd get used to the scent of a predator.
But then, they had their own guard dog, too, didn't they? Viktor shot Logan a look out of the corner of his eyes. If Viktor was a wolf, or a big cat prowling the edges of the woods, looking for an In, then Logan was the Great Pyrenees on the inside, watching his every move.
So what was he doing?
"Making a sandwich," he murmured back, noncommittal as he hunched down in front of the fridge, hands huge on the door, but surprisingly gentle as he began to get ingredients out.
