[ After months in the city, it's almost strange to see a familiar face, almost enough to hit him with a pang of homesickness. That Quentin knows who he is enough to shrug him off is, in a way, reassuring, and in another way absolutely infuriating. Which is also in itself familiar.
Logan grits his teeth and tries not to smell sugar on sun-warmed skin. He doesn't miss the fact that Quentin's sporting a Submissive line down his throat, which is both a relief and, he's already sure, a headache waiting to happen. Particularly because he remembers just how well Quentin takes to being told what to do.
He picks up on the psychic request and doesn't hesitate to assemble the bare facts for him, considering any time not spent in conversation a bonus. He keeps to himself the details of his personal life, as well as his recent punishment. Out loud, he growls.</small. ]
What's the last thing you remember us doin'?
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Logan grits his teeth and tries not to smell sugar on sun-warmed skin. He doesn't miss the fact that Quentin's sporting a Submissive line down his throat, which is both a relief and, he's already sure, a headache waiting to happen. Particularly because he remembers just how well Quentin takes to being told what to do.
He picks up on the psychic request and doesn't hesitate to assemble the bare facts for him, considering any time not spent in conversation a bonus. He keeps to himself the details of his personal life, as well as his recent punishment. Out loud, he growls.</small. ] What's the last thing you remember us doin'?