He rumbles again, movinfg back in to scrub his face on Steve's neck, doen to his chest, "Ghh.. mornin'..." he nips carefully at Steve's skin, only going heavier in the bed.
Logan was giving the man a passive side eye, sniffing the air again just before downing his glass. He hisses after, the burn in his mouth numbing.
"You and everyone else here," he mutters, setting his glass down and sliding it away. "What made me look like 'good company'》
Scrubbing his face and beard against @recrudescentia with a tired rumble.
Logan stiffens, his nose wrinkling as he grabs his glass and sips on it again, kissing out a content sound, "I usually drink alone," he grumbles slightly, shifting in his seat as if he could give the other more room.
Logan looks at him again, staring a little too hard,》


















