"Ah, you found me out." Jono replied in a sarcastic telepathic thought, shared just between himself and the adamantium enhanced mutant. The bartender, if she still even cared about the unusual pair at the end of the bar, might have thought Logan was carrying on a conversation with himself due to Jono's unique way of communication.
Before Logan had to worry himself with when or how to swipe Jono's beer, the Brit pushed the glass next to Wolverine's quickly emptying one. There was something that nagged at him as an Englishman about letting a properly poured pint go to waste.
"I properly cocked everything up this time." He said after a spell of silence passed between them. "I ain't looking for 'elp." His shoulders sagged—what was the point of this anyway? Maybe he was looking for help, not that he could admit it at the moment. "But I figured I 'ad to set the record straight with Xavier and all. All those tabloids were shite."