Logan doesn't have much of an answer besides a shrug and a, "Had to." But that's the thing about being so fucking old-- there're too many things you need to learn over the years, and sooner or later none of those things will matter.

But he reaches for his turn with the whiskey, tilting his head back to take a good gulp of it-- to enjoy the tickle in his jaw and his throat-- before passing it back.

"Quickest way to deal with assholes is to punch 'em." The warmth from the alcohol fades quickly as his healing factor brings his blood back to normal. Logan rubs at his jaw. "And I've met too many."