[ Kurt's known Logan long enough to understand when he pulls back, looking away and huffing, slinking back behind the walls of his fortressesed heart. He knows the limits of his friend's patience and doesn't push him, although -- selfish, needy -- he wants to. Instead, he closes his hand on the memory of Logan's touch and drains the last of the bourbon in his glass. It makes a warmth in his stomach, easing the muscles there a little more.
He risks a glance at his friend as he pulls himself onto his feet. ]
Danke, I think that might be a good idea. I -- ah! [ Between the strong alcohol and the stress of the last few hours, his usually strong body betrays him, his knees buckling as he tries to stand. ]
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He risks a glance at his friend as he pulls himself onto his feet. ]
Danke, I think that might be a good idea. I -- ah! [ Between the strong alcohol and the stress of the last few hours, his usually strong body betrays him, his knees buckling as he tries to stand. ]