He stepped into the corridor, arms down by his sides, chin jutting that insane defiant way that the man - he snorted, man was far from what Creed was - brought out in him each and every time. There was never enough time for him to forget. Too many years of this, and it wasn't even his birthday.
Logan brought up his hands, claws before him, dropped into stance. "Creed," he said, growled, eyes narrowing. "You don't belong here."