@pentamarked "Did someone say sex advice? You just gotta get HUNGRY, my man; HUNGRY like the WOOF!" - a slightly buzzed Nick to Logan
offer my muse sex advice || [note: it doesn’t have to be good/true!]
While the rest of the pack partied down stairs, Logan was in the study drinking his red wine as he combed through some of his patient’s files. Working remotely from Stonehaven was allowing him to continue his practice while they settled on some pack business. It was also another way of showing Jeremy his work outside the pack was important too. Turning his recorder on, he started to speak out loud some of his observations about his client. In the middle of the analysis he could smell Nick coming up the stairs, before he made his grand entrance to the door.
Immediately he stopped the recording as his words registered. He couldn’t help but give the fellow wolf a curious look. Though his eyebrows were furrowed, he was quite amused Nick thought he needed sex advice, but the misunderstanding didn’t surprise him. His patient had asked for sex advice, but he tried to refrain from providing that since he worked on the the mental part of the process. Not the physical. Of course, Nick hadn’t heard that part. Still, it was an interesting predicament.
Getting up, he crossed his arms, before lifting one of them to his chin as he processed how to respond. “So what you’re saying is, I need to give into primal urges in order to have good sex?” he licked his lips and nodded. “Very interesting Nick.” He decided to indulge him further. “Just how hungry am I suppose to get. We talkin’ days, weeks, how long do I suffer until I give in? Because surely, the suffering is a part of this ‘hunger’ you’re speaking of, right?” No he wasn’t exactly psychoanalyzing him. But he was a therapist and this was a very fun opportunity. He also thought he might have said one too many words to him, so he’d be surprised at all if he replied.
