quicklog: logan and steve
[The few things that Logan thought he did well did not include comfort or support or anything involving other people that didn't involve pain. Basically. He was better than he used to be. When he first arrived in this Hotel world, after his first interaction with the X-Men, he was still a wounded animal. That feeling never left completely, but he had grown used to being a part of the fabric of a team after his years back in that world.
It was really weird to come back here and not have that team structure. To live at a mansion without X-Men. Without Jean or Scott or Ro. And now he was fucking things up with Rogue, so. Great. So while he might not know much of a thing about Steve, he knew a hell of a lot about feeling out of place. He was always winding up as a stranger in a strange land, either without his memory or the only one to remember what was going on.
He could at least get the guy a beer, and Logan did recognize him from that one time Logan had helped out the Avengers at the Osborn complex. The mutant was already at the bar, sipping his beer, until he noticed the good Captain America enter. Logan gave him a nod and a grunt to get his attention. Welcome.]