Theo was at a loss of what to say or do. He stared blankly at the boy cowering up in the tree who by some mean-spirited trick of fate was wearing his boyfriend's face. Now, Theo wasn't know for his extreme patience. It was true that he had compassion and a a generous supply of tolerance and a high threshold for inconvenience. But he's have to be the Vatican softball team to keep his cool after all of what has happened to him at this point.
"REALLY! Are your kidding me with this shit! Get outta that tree, we just spent the last twenty minutes beating the shit out of each other to prove that obviously this guy CAN'T be the Wolverine you're so scared of. I mean I know Logan, he ain't the picture of restraint!" he turns to Logan as he shows up. "No offense boss..." he then returns to yelling up the tree. "And he came over and asked kinda politely what's up then you freak the hell out and climb a damn tree. FIRST of all, if he was wanting to kill'ya he'd'a popped some claws!" He lifts up Logan's hand. "Notice absence of shiny sharp claws of Adamantium death. Second of al, if Wolverine were trying to kill you then climbing an easily shredded tree would be helping your ass how?"
Hulkling fumes for a moment longer as he gets his tirade out of his system. "Okay, now could you come down here and pretend to act like a witch and not a bitch PLEASE!?" he knows he's being rude but he can't help it. Between the ol' cock-o block-o, liquefying his face on asphalt, further denying of the cock, and a fight with the love of his life he can't be Mr. Nice Alien for very long.
"Now as I was saying... Yo Logan, how's it hangin'?"