kurt had never minded the tough exterior - if anything, it pulled him in more. a curiosity, a feeling that the two of them could relate. outcasts, though in logan's case, it was by somewhat choice. was there truly anything wrong with picking & choosing your company? being in the favor of someone who could understand him, his lack of acceptance from most others who were not in their small circle, it was a good feeling. pushing boundaries with logan was a thing of the past in his eyes. what boundaries were left? the closeness between the two of them was nothing new & in their secluded location, even without it, there was no issue in his eyes.
he happily accepts the food from the fork, seeing no issues with being fed - it was half his intention, getting so personal with the other man. looking at him, it's clear his true intentions, however, have been noticed, but nothing is said about it. they had nothing to do that night, no responsibilities, but it did not matter - this was a nightly occurrence for logan & was no doubt unhealthy, no matter how well his body could tolerate the quantities of alcohol he drank. ❛ we are on business, ❜ he says, giving an answer to a question that was not asked. he was sure logan already knew the real reason he'd done it. ❛ many talents, you say? how about dessert? or - ❜ his eyes flick back to the now empty fork & back to logan, as if trying to urge him for another bite. trying to keep themselves busy for the night would not be hard, kurt was always the type to be able to come up with something - certainly not the one to allow logan to be left alone like he may have wanted. he hadn't heard a complaint about it yet, however. ❛ you could leave that to me. give me a hand, maybe? ❜