Someone was looking for him, that much he knew. Logan had connections in damn near every seedy bar in the area and when someone asked about him he heard about it. At first it pissed him off, but the last little detail he got surprised him. A guy in glasses. It couldn't be, Jean killed him. Curiosity got the better of his common sense and he went down to bar when he'd gotten a call from the tender about the man there looking for him.
Walking through the doors he scanned the crowed and his jaw damn near hit the floor when sure enough, there was ol One Eye sitting there as if nothing ever happened, right as rain.
Once he had his wits about him he marched right up and to him. "How in the hell are ya sittin' here?" Logan had a cigar in his mouth and nodded to the tender for a glass and a bottle of whiskey, tonight was damn sure gonna need it. "And why in the hell are ya lookin' fer me of all people?" Oh Logan had a pretty good idea why. Probably wanted to let them eyes of his loose on Logan's skull for taking Jean out?