And again, fuck. Just what Logan hadn't wanted to happen, at all, at all, 'cause Paige was getting the kids the hell outta the way as fast as she could, hell if Jubilee wasn't helping and French class be damned parlez-vous my ass, and there was the kid dangling from either wrist from Sabretooth's hands. He shouldn't've felt that shiver of panic when he considered Creed's next move. It was a distraction. But the way he was looking at Remy turned his stomach.
"Ain't nothin' ta me," he said, with a broad shrug, claws out to either side. He didn't know how the hell he said it when pretty much everything inside him was screaming ya don't put him down, ya hurt him an' I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, Creed. "Ya don't think he's gettin' in the way'a you an' me? Ain't that what ya want?"