Getting his memories back? What was Porter talking about, Logan wondered. Getting his brain messed with was something that he could very much relate to, and it made him back off some. The thought of having any kind or level of kinship with this whiny excuse for a man, however, made Logan growl softly in his chest, the adamantium in his ribcage making it rattle ominously. He put away the claws. For now.
Logan could understand owing a man for that, but it also made him mistrust Ford even more. That wasn't so different from his own relationship with Xavier. The professor was helping him piece his past back together through a minefield of psi-bombs and false memories. What wouldn't he do for Xavier? Which brought him back to his original point. What wouldn't Ford do for Magneto if he owed him that big? Logan spoke up in a soft, deadly voice.
"We're going to the infirmary, and then we're gonna continue our chat. I'll tell you something, though. I can respect that you owe the man for getting your memories back. I get it. But Chuck is a good man. A really decent fella, something I'm not. Not even a little bit. If you've done anything that will come back and bite that good man in the ass, there is nowhere in the world Magneto can hide you that I won't find you. Do we have an understanding, bub?"