"No argument here. You still got that thing?" he smirks.
Maybe it's an effect of the other man's well punctuated ego, but making Jean-Paul look at him like that always feels like some kind of victory. Maybe Jean-Paul doesn't mean it that way, but Logan can't help thinking the remarks are aiming for some greater reminder about where he's been spending his time. "I'll go back. If you do," he tries with the look of a cautious negotiator. "I wanna go back to wakin' up with you. Kurt. Wes..." he last one makes him sigh a heavy sigh knowing they didn't part on good terms and yet both the strings tired to his hand and something else entirely are proof enough of how much their absence aches. "i'll figure out another way. To keep from wearin' you all out."
Jean-Paul smiles, in a way really only the denizens of the cabin and John Blake ever see: unguarded and loving. Underneath his icy exterior there really does lurk a kind soul.
"I do go back," he says. "I've been there a lot. And I don't mean you have to be there ALL the time - everyone does need space, sometimes. But you're missed. We all miss waking up next to you, or seeing you do that manly shirtless wood chopping thing that I might dream about sometimes." Jean-Paul takes one of Logan's hands.
"You two have to talk," he says softly. "I don't know what happened, but whatever it was didn't break that red thread there. Now. You think YOU'LL wear me out? Please. Other way around. I'm insatiable." Jean-Paul has a way of brushing past the hard subjects with an airy flirtation that functions mostly to allow people a way out of the conversation if they want it.
"Me too. Who do you think keeps beer in the fridge?" he mumbles, but his sulking doesn't last long when Jean-Paul's looking at him like that. It's been too long since he's indulged the pull of that thread around his finger. Even knowing the intrusiveness of that telepathic connection, the feelings that it shares are warm and potent.
And Jean-Paul's point about it, is one he hadn't yet considered. If someone falls out of love? Does the thread go away? He considers that line glowing around his finger a long moment. "I didn't mean wear you out in the physical sense," he snorts. But of course that's how Jean-Paul would take it. "But I'd certainly willin' to give it my all some time."
Jean-Paul has to laugh; between the four of them it isn't likely the fridge will ever be short in the beer department. He moves closer still, and in spite of the fact that he's taller than Logan the impression is still of someone cuddling up to someone big and strong.
"Many have tried, mon amour," he purrs. "Don't think I haven't noticed all the ropes in the cabin; you t'ree are some kinky bastards and we haven't had enough time for me to really discover those sides of you." Not that he hasn't thought about. At length. In the shower. Which reminds him...
"...maybe AFTER the strings go away," he adds. "Someone doesn't get to get off on that."
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Maybe it's an effect of the other man's well punctuated ego, but making Jean-Paul look at him like that always feels like some kind of victory. Maybe Jean-Paul doesn't mean it that way, but Logan can't help thinking the remarks are aiming for some greater reminder about where he's been spending his time. "I'll go back. If you do," he tries with the look of a cautious negotiator. "I wanna go back to wakin' up with you. Kurt. Wes..." he last one makes him sigh a heavy sigh knowing they didn't part on good terms and yet both the strings tired to his hand and something else entirely are proof enough of how much their absence aches. "i'll figure out another way. To keep from wearin' you all out."
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Jean-Paul smiles, in a way really only the denizens of the cabin and John Blake ever see: unguarded and loving. Underneath his icy exterior there really does lurk a kind soul.
"I do go back," he says. "I've been there a lot. And I don't mean you have to be there ALL the time - everyone does need space, sometimes. But you're missed. We all miss waking up next to you, or seeing you do that manly shirtless wood chopping thing that I might dream about sometimes." Jean-Paul takes one of Logan's hands.
"You two have to talk," he says softly. "I don't know what happened, but whatever it was didn't break that red thread there. Now. You think YOU'LL wear me out? Please. Other way around. I'm insatiable." Jean-Paul has a way of brushing past the hard subjects with an airy flirtation that functions mostly to allow people a way out of the conversation if they want it.
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And Jean-Paul's point about it, is one he hadn't yet considered. If someone falls out of love? Does the thread go away? He considers that line glowing around his finger a long moment. "I didn't mean wear you out in the physical sense," he snorts. But of course that's how Jean-Paul would take it. "But I'd certainly willin' to give it my all some time."
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"Many have tried, mon amour," he purrs. "Don't think I haven't noticed all the ropes in the cabin; you t'ree are some kinky bastards and we haven't had enough time for me to really discover those sides of you." Not that he hasn't thought about. At length. In the shower. Which reminds him...
"...maybe AFTER the strings go away," he adds. "Someone doesn't get to get off on that."