[ Phillip does neither. Not at first -- he has no intentions of leaving, and while a part of it is morbid curiousity (how's he doing that with his fingers? Or is it his arm?) a large part of it is that hoarse voice and wild look in his eyes.
It's probably rude to think, but Logan reminds him of a horse not yet broken in--wild, beautiful, dangerous, but alone. Very carefully, he takes the jacket in one hand and slowly moves forward, offering it to him.
It's certainly not his size, no, but it's something. The early morning is still cold, he reasons. ]
Here.
[ Still soft, still gentle, still curious even as he furrows his brow. The other doesn't smell like a drunk. ]
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It's probably rude to think, but Logan reminds him of a horse not yet broken in--wild, beautiful, dangerous, but alone. Very carefully, he takes the jacket in one hand and slowly moves forward, offering it to him.
It's certainly not his size, no, but it's something. The early morning is still cold, he reasons. ]
Here.
[ Still soft, still gentle, still curious even as he furrows his brow. The other doesn't smell like a drunk. ]
Did you lose your way?