[ 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. ]
[ Logan's still until the kid's arm is completely extended, at which point he flinches back a moment with a slightly frantic edge to his expression. It doesn't smell off, but it takes a few seconds before his claws slide back into his hand and his fingers curl around the jacket instead.
The question makes him pause. But he goes with: ] No.
[ And it is cold, a little bit. Logan runs hotter than most people, but the gesture appeals more to the humanity he's buried than the parts of him connected to instinctive survival.
He knows how to put it on, but after staring at the sleeves and deciding it probably won't work out, he hooks the jacket over his shoulders instead. ]
I ran.
[ Out of the forest, out of the cold and the wild and the danger -- away from his brother and his violence. He curls into himself, crouching on the ground with a frown. ]
I'll leave. [ He doesn't intend on being a bother. ] Just need rest.
[ Phillip tries his best to fight the strangely sick feeling that overwhelms him when the other's claws slink back in, reminded suddenly of ghost stories around hearth and fire when storms raged on. It's near nausea, but he contains it well and keeps a neutral expression as the other whips the jacket around his shoulders.
Close enough. ]
No--no no, don't leave.
[ He looks wild, and while he doesn't look hurt he looks hurt, and Phillip is left wondering very briefly if he's suddenly come on too strong. The truth of it is that this man is the most interesting thing that's happened to him in a very long time. ]
[ As soon as the kid says hungry, Logan's stomach growls. Like he'd forgotten that hunger was a thing until he was reminded-- and really, that's probably as accurate a sentiment as anything.
He can't lie by saying "no", so he just scowls about it. ] Don't have to feed me. [ His voice is still rasping, still ugly. Logan snarls at the sound of himself, as if upset by it, then directs sharp eyes the younger man's way. ]
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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?
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The question makes him pause. But he goes with: ] No.
[ And it is cold, a little bit. Logan runs hotter than most people, but the gesture appeals more to the humanity he's buried than the parts of him connected to instinctive survival.
He knows how to put it on, but after staring at the sleeves and deciding it probably won't work out, he hooks the jacket over his shoulders instead. ]
I ran.
[ Out of the forest, out of the cold and the wild and the danger -- away from his brother and his violence. He curls into himself, crouching on the ground with a frown. ]
I'll leave. [ He doesn't intend on being a bother. ] Just need rest.
Sorry.
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Close enough. ]
No--no no, don't leave.
[ He looks wild, and while he doesn't look hurt he looks hurt, and Phillip is left wondering very briefly if he's suddenly come on too strong. The truth of it is that this man is the most interesting thing that's happened to him in a very long time. ]
Are you hungry?
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He can't lie by saying "no", so he just scowls about it. ] Don't have to feed me. [ His voice is still rasping, still ugly. Logan snarls at the sound of himself, as if upset by it, then directs sharp eyes the younger man's way. ]
Why do you want me to stay.