"Stressed... yeah, yeah... sure..."
Logan straightens up, eyes narrowing as he observes Peter warily. A snarl pulls at his lips as he watches the younger male, "That shit ain't good for ya, Pete... not good."
One last step was taken before his tendrils slowly began to return to his form. Even though he still looked absolutely pissed, Peter stopped his attack on Logan.
". . .Sorry. I've just been. . .really stressed out lately."