"Calm down. Shit, like talkin' to a woman. Just sayin' if ya stopped beatin' yer self up over every shitty thing that happened...cause they happen...to everyone...not just you...might be a bit." He rolled his eyes. "Happier or...something."
God he wanted to slap himself for sayin' that. Creed shrugged. "Dunno. They keep pretty damn good tabs on ya. Think if another kid popped out they'd know. Got some foster kid too, a girl. Just like Chuck, ya like ta take in the strays."
Oh. Now the fun part. Logan didn't wanna know how Creed knew this. Cause it wasn't in some damn file on anyone desk. This was personal information. "James. James Howlett." Brought up all prim and proper, had money, family. While Creed had nothin' but a drunk pop that liked ta hit him 'round.