"Hrm," was all Logan could come up with, less than eloquent, even by his standards. He downed most of his beer. Claws.
Claws. Healing factor. Goddamnit, who else did I get pregnant this time? How many more are gonna crawl out of the woodwork? Yeah, hi. Who's your mother, little girl? I think I may be your pop. Garrr, what a mess! Oh, and hey, Karr. Guess what? Y'ain't insecure enough about the father you never knew, so now ya get to share him with another complete stranger. Say hi to your sister. Yeah, that oughta go over well. Fucking claws.
"That's right. Ya don't," he readily agreed when Piotr said he didn't know.
Don't say it. Just don't fucking say it. Whatever you do, don't say it out loud. Don't. Say. It. I'm serious, Russian, don't you fucking say it or I swear I'll...
Logan groaned. Oh, fer... fer cryin' out loud! He went and said it. Now why the hell did he have to go and do that? He finished the rest of his beer and thoroughly palmed his face with his free hand, like he was trying to rub ink stains off of it or something. He could feel a stabbing headache coming on.
"Laura, you say? That her name?" Damn your eyes, you no good tattletale, Logan thought, but he didn't mean it. He had no business being mad at Piotr for his inability to keep it in his damn pants and he knew it. Or, in lieu of keeping it in his pants, at the very least making sure he used a condom, and it didn't break. But he digressed. He might have another kid running around now. Right here at the Haven. A girl version of him. Or worse, a female version of Karr. Now there was a thought to chill the blood in a man's veins. He loved his son Karr, but he was clear on the fact that he'd rather cut off his own left nut rather than have two of him around. One was enough. One was plenty.
Aw, goddammit! Now I have a daughter too?
It wasn't that he didn't want her, or that he was against the idea of having a daughter. It was the reality of having yet another child that he hadn't raised, and who might be all manner of screwed up because their daddy wasn't around to steer them onto the right path early enough in their lives to make a difference. He had plenty of regrets regarding Karr, and he really didn't need any more.
"So... ya know where she's at now?" he grumbled unhappily, not quite looking at Piotr.