"Besides, redheads aside, you don't get enough variation with people in that kind of community... So if I'd stayed back home, wouldn'ta had the chance to see someone like you."
There's a certain appreciation made evident in Bull's voice that isn't strictly flirtatious... but it's not without a good dose of that, either.
That gets a laugh, real and the slightest bit disbelieving. "Get outta here," he says, because it's easier than saying something like you just met me, and trust me I'm not one of those people you wait any amount of time to meet.
"You ain't half-bad yourself, Bull," he says, and he reaches out with one hand to flick the empty whiskey bottle with his fingers and watch it topple.
"Nice not to regret comin' home with someone for once."
"Bring strangers home often?" he teases, even if he knows that's not the case. No, this is a man who comes and goes in relative privacy. Probably steps into one too many fights frequently and shows his literal claws before having to clear off before the humans mobilize. But a gentle enough interior to let him pick up the odd stray.
"No," Logan answers, shaking his head as it's dipped down and lifting both hands up just slightly. "No, it's not for me."
It's just-- uncomfortable, is all. Logan already finds it hard to trust, and unfortunately that extends into physical intimacy. Some people can separate what's physical and emotional, but not him.
"I've tried," he admits. "But it ain't... fun. Strangers ain't fun.
"They could be pretty god damn easy on the eyes, but..."
He shrugs, letting out a 'heh'. "Just not my style, I guess."
"Or you've been meeting the wrong strangers," he comments, grinning and waggling his brows before relaxing back in his seat again. "That's understandable, though. Plenty of people around are like that."
"I just prefer a little trust." And some proper courting, he admits, but he understands how outdated that all is, and so only does so in his head, free from the surprised looks anyone else might give him for it.
"And I tend to go to the shittier bars." He pauses, rubbing lightly at his jaw. "You know the crowd those attract."
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There's a certain appreciation made evident in Bull's voice that isn't strictly flirtatious... but it's not without a good dose of that, either.
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"You ain't half-bad yourself, Bull," he says, and he reaches out with one hand to flick the empty whiskey bottle with his fingers and watch it topple.
"Nice not to regret comin' home with someone for once."
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Such an interesting puzzle.
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It's just-- uncomfortable, is all. Logan already finds it hard to trust, and unfortunately that extends into physical intimacy. Some people can separate what's physical and emotional, but not him.
"I've tried," he admits. "But it ain't... fun. Strangers ain't fun.
"They could be pretty god damn easy on the eyes, but..."
He shrugs, letting out a 'heh'. "Just not my style, I guess."
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"And I tend to go to the shittier bars." He pauses, rubbing lightly at his jaw. "You know the crowd those attract."