"Oh, hey, Pete!" Logan replied, his demeanor changing completely when he saw who it was at the door. "Naah, come on in!" he insisted, shrugging off Piotr's apologies like he was being silly.
His automatic unfriendly behavior saved Logan from having to deal with a lot of unwanted visitors and countless unsolicited requests and even propositions. Being a grouch allowed him the freedom to nip such things in the bud without anyone batting an eye. It was expected of him. But even though he was naturally rough around the edges, and had been even before his feral mutation manifested, he wasn't about to turn away a friend and a teammate, much less turn down free booze.
"I always got time for a fellow X-man," he said simply, even as he moved things out of the way so that Pete could walk in without stepping on anything. "And fer drinks," he added with a smirk. "Take a load off," he said, gesturing at Piotr to have a seat. Once they got settled and he got a beer uncapped, he would grab his socks, needle and thread and resuming his mending.
"What's on yer mind, bub? I'm listening, I just gotta chip away at this pile before I run out a' stuff ta wear," he informed Pete in his calm, raspy voice as he picked up where he'd left off.