The pleasant floaty-bubbliness racing through his brain drove away his niggling desire to be pedantic about whiskey. The short chuckle he made when Victor confessed to breaking his other-self's thigh only drove it away further.
He nodded as Victor described his own departure from the institute; his smile grew as the feral congratulated him, but when the massive Canadian mentioned Weapon X, his smile diminished and eyes widened momentarily. Just like Logan... claws, healing factor AND Weapon X? Holy shit... I don't even wanna know what they put him through..
His smirk returned though when Victor described the Scott the Canadian knew; "yeah, that sounds like the Scotty I knew. This one's good though... He hasn't tried to turn my life into a nightmare in the name of Xavier's Dream for one," he responded.
He took another spoonful of the icecream into his mouth; the chocolate chips cracked as he chewed. "I went to college, got my accounting degree. I was living with my girlfriend Lorna - she nearly died on a mission and that was the last straw." His tone became flat in an attempt to approximate indifference when he spoke of Lorna; now she's off smooching Havok and working for the government. Sorry I didn't want to go off and play 'save the world'.
"We had it pretty good - she had her research job, I was building my accounting practice. But she missed the hero thing and decided to shack up with some 'Havok' guy who was leading a government-sanctioned mutant squad..." After faking her kidnapping whilst leaving clues to me as to her location, thinking I wouldn't come after her? "Off her meds" is putting it lightly...
"After that I decided to set up shop in Manhattan. Sure, its a bit less exciting than the hero biz, but I get to have my own life. And as much as I hate coming back to the institute, at least I get to catch up with Hank and Logan when I'm here. And Ragnar."
The spoon returned to his mouth and deposited more of the rich icecream where it was needed most.