[There's a cryptic-ness to Kurt's brief response that leaves him feeling tense. Knowing he's said the wrong thing, but not understanding why when it feels like honesty.]
[The words clarify the kind of conversation Kurt's looking to get out of him, but if there's any hesitation in Logan to express his feelings on the matter its only because he hasn't figured out what it is he feels.]
better that it's not i guess.
i don't know, Kurt. it's better not to think about it.
I'm not sure how you feel, Logan. that's the problem. would you have told me at all if I hadn't found out? would you tell me if Ororo arrives? or Scott? or Rachel? it's hard enough to trust that I know what's going on here without you keeping things from me as well.
you know what, forget about it. I'll see you later, Logan. or I won't. I suppose you'll decide that as well.
For a moment it looks like he's typing something. But the message never comes through.
He's always hated this stupid device and conversations like this only make him resent it more. As if something here could have been avoided if there was more to it than intangible black pixels on some dimly lit screen.
He's not Kurt. He can't be where he wants to be in the blink of an eye. But the time between that last message and the rattle of the door to that bar is narrow enough that it's clear he came directly and without stopping, sniffing around for Kurt wherever he might find him.
"I know yer there, Elf," he mutters to the closed door.
Even if Logan had sent that message, it would probably have stayed unread, given that Kurt's Fluid is sitting resolutely on the other end of the bar, far enough away from he's currently polishing glasses to keep it out of sight if not out of mind. As so recently advised, he's trying very hard to just not think about anything. And failing, of course, because, like his tail, his mind has a tendency to wander and cause trouble.
He's expecting some form of response from Logan; their quarrels are rare enough that he knows his partner wouldn't want to leave words unsaid, not after everything that's happened between them, both in Deerington and the waking world. He knows the man well enough to expect it to happen in person rather than through the device he hates so much. So he's not exactly surprised when he hears the door at the top of the stairs vibrate in its frame, as if tried by someone not used to having them shut in his face.
Kurt briefly considers teleporting out -- he could make it back to the cabin easily, and probably be able to cover any side effects before Logan found him -- but that feels both cowardly and hypocritical. Staying silent and forcing Logan to use other means to get in would only make things worse. Kurt stares down at the glass in his hands as he weighs the alternatives and finds them wanting, then lets out a short breath and sets it down.
The stairs up to the door are cramped and dark, but by now Kurt knows them well. He trots easily up, throws the bolt on the door and immediately turns and heads back down, not saying a word to the man who is waiting for him, letting his silence and the fact that he unlocked the door at all speak for itself as he leads the way down to the empty bar.
The longer he waits the more he considers sitting himself down out there. Of course, Kurt could pass him undetected if he wanted to, but despite the man's skill at moving around unnoticed he's not the kind of person to avoid a difficult conversation. There's never been a cowardly bone in the man's body. But if it's time Kurt wants— on his own terms— he'll give him that.
He pats himself down for something to smoke while he waits but the bolt on the door makes a thunking noise before he can find it. He waits. And when the door doesn't move he eases it open himself, sighing into the long dark hallway before he makes his way down.
He rarely sees the place so dark and quiet as this, but even with a crowd to serve it still smells faintly sticky sweet of drying drink.
"You weren't home. So I though you might be here. But I don't hafta be, if you'd rather I wasn't."
Kurt has retreated back behind the bar by the time he hears Logan's heavy tread on the stairs. He glances up once, a brief flicker of glowing eyes that anyone else might miss, and tries to stay aloof. But he's never been the kind to sulk, and finds it an uncomfortable silence to maintain; Logan's words make him subside slightly, suddenly ashamed of himself. The tension doesn't disappear from the lines of his shoulders or the quick side-to-side switch of his tail, but he gives Logan his full attention, at least.
"Nein," he sighs, before the far more acid response can make its way out of his mind. "You can be here."
He turns and fetches a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge beneath the bar, thumbs the caps off and slides one carefully across the bartop in Logan's general direction. They've always talked better over a drink, and Kurt feels like he's earned it at least. He swallows a quick cold mouthful before continuing.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.. what I said wasn't kind, Logan, I'm sorry I said that."
“Only if you want that,” he says, shuffling a little closer. If his mistake is making choices for the both of them, he’s determined not to do it again.
His gaze lingers on the beer a long moment, reading far more into it than he probably should. If it’s an olive branch, it ought to be him extending it, no? It does little to clarify just how badly he’s misstepped, but still, he’s never refused a drink with Kurt in his life and he’s not about to start now. “I don’t think anybody’d say you don’t deserve to give me a piece of your mind when you want to.
He leans on the bar with his hands around the bottle and for the first time since they left he sort of wishes that string still connected them. He takes no joy in telepathy, but it’s easy to catch himself wishing he knew if the younger man wanted to finish what he began in that message. Leave him with an earful. Or if he only wants Logan to find something worth saying for himself.
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didn't know what to say.
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I didn't want you to think it'd change anything.
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if Amanda showed up.
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you would?
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I'd understand. But I'd still worry.
[There's a cryptic-ness to Kurt's brief response that leaves him feeling tense. Knowing he's said the wrong thing, but not understanding why when it feels like honesty.]
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Just getting a few more things for the upper level.
are you?
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[ You're not going to get away that easy, mister. ]
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I'm not, Elf.
She's not our Jeannie.
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better that it's not i guess.
i don't know, Kurt. it's better not to think about it.
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[ Alone. ]
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you sound like you think I oughta feel some type of way about it.
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you know what, forget about it. I'll see you later, Logan. or I won't. I suppose you'll decide that as well.
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He's always hated this stupid device and conversations like this only make him resent it more. As if something here could have been avoided if there was more to it than intangible black pixels on some dimly lit screen.
He's not Kurt. He can't be where he wants to be in the blink of an eye. But the time between that last message and the rattle of the door to that bar is narrow enough that it's clear he came directly and without stopping, sniffing around for Kurt wherever he might find him.
"I know yer there, Elf," he mutters to the closed door.
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He's expecting some form of response from Logan; their quarrels are rare enough that he knows his partner wouldn't want to leave words unsaid, not after everything that's happened between them, both in Deerington and the waking world. He knows the man well enough to expect it to happen in person rather than through the device he hates so much. So he's not exactly surprised when he hears the door at the top of the stairs vibrate in its frame, as if tried by someone not used to having them shut in his face.
Kurt briefly considers teleporting out -- he could make it back to the cabin easily, and probably be able to cover any side effects before Logan found him -- but that feels both cowardly and hypocritical. Staying silent and forcing Logan to use other means to get in would only make things worse. Kurt stares down at the glass in his hands as he weighs the alternatives and finds them wanting, then lets out a short breath and sets it down.
The stairs up to the door are cramped and dark, but by now Kurt knows them well. He trots easily up, throws the bolt on the door and immediately turns and heads back down, not saying a word to the man who is waiting for him, letting his silence and the fact that he unlocked the door at all speak for itself as he leads the way down to the empty bar.
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He pats himself down for something to smoke while he waits but the bolt on the door makes a thunking noise before he can find it. He waits. And when the door doesn't move he eases it open himself, sighing into the long dark hallway before he makes his way down.
He rarely sees the place so dark and quiet as this, but even with a crowd to serve it still smells faintly sticky sweet of drying drink.
"You weren't home. So I though you might be here. But I don't hafta be, if you'd rather I wasn't."
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"Nein," he sighs, before the far more acid response can make its way out of his mind. "You can be here."
He turns and fetches a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge beneath the bar, thumbs the caps off and slides one carefully across the bartop in Logan's general direction. They've always talked better over a drink, and Kurt feels like he's earned it at least. He swallows a quick cold mouthful before continuing.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.. what I said wasn't kind, Logan, I'm sorry I said that."
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His gaze lingers on the beer a long moment, reading far more into it than he probably should. If it’s an olive branch, it ought to be him extending it, no? It does little to clarify just how badly he’s misstepped, but still, he’s never refused a drink with Kurt in his life and he’s not about to start now. “I don’t think anybody’d say you don’t deserve to give me a piece of your mind when you want to.
He leans on the bar with his hands around the bottle and for the first time since they left he sort of wishes that string still connected them. He takes no joy in telepathy, but it’s easy to catch himself wishing he knew if the younger man wanted to finish what he began in that message. Leave him with an earful. Or if he only wants Logan to find something worth saying for himself.
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