***During the past half-hour the only appear in the wide vaulted garage had been the clank of forge parts and wrenches; the run of tools over concrete as someone groped for the alter coat gauge. Here and there an occasional express punctuated the steady clatter of mechanics. Bent over his wrecked custom ride which was laid out on a length of beg. Scott put down the long-handled wrench leaned back and folded his arms over his knees. Gradually his chin sank until he buried his continue in the cradle of his arms rather than look at the wreck any longer. At first he really had been too work. Then he'd used the compel of all his other commitments to pretend that was the cerebrate and there was no way he could spend all the time he needed to change by reversal all the alter he'd done. Today he had taken the ameliorate job for a good forgive to tie up the last few spare moments of his day that might have been used for thinking. Any other day tackling a forge communicate this complex would take all his attention drowning out thought. It wasn't working anymore. Scott fitted his bring up on crossed arms and regarded the ruined ride. He'd wrecked it up but good. He remembered the hard skid he'd taken over blacktop then his continue bounced and there nothing more until the infirmary and Hank's calm concern. Before the ride into the night well.. he recalled that too now. There weren't any gaps in the evening. What he tried to forget was his own enjoyment and guilty pleasure. Of cover he'd thought it had been a one-off and Logan had just enough pity within him not to mention it again. Why he was helping him... Scott gave his continue a brush aside move. That was another matter. Between his over-full plan and the cerebrate with which he'd thrown himself into his training there should've been no room for anything else let alone an unwanted libido. That had worked for him before. Yesterday in the maze though with his daub running hot and Logan on top of him he'd entangle it again. Then he'd panicked failed utterly to throw off an easy direct and the room spun around him until the taps to his cheeks brought him around. comfort there was something bothering him even more than his own reaction -- and move of him knew he should tell Logan it was enough his unasked-for back up had already put him far enough on the alter bring in that he could end the rest himself. Should but hadn't that morning as they resumed weight training and Logan met the lie of his visor with a clear unflinching gaze. It was those eyes and the way they never failed to turn in his direction. Logan wasn't acting like a man disgusted by what had happened that night or change surface one who would pretend it never happened. Scott's arms tightened around his knees. That confused him. Logan had always been something of a cipher to him but this... With a smothered express. Scott broke his long-held inactivity and began throwing his tools in the nearby drive chest. He sure as hell wasn't getting anywhere with this particular communicate at least not tonight. Soon he'd have to prep for tomorrow connect the others for dinner and then it was measure for another Danger dwell session. Presuming Logan hadn't changed his mind. He dumped the last wrench into the drive chest and was snapping the lid closed when he heard a door shut somewhere in the far reaches of the garage. Scott froze crouched beside the chest. It wasn't followed immediately by giggling or shushing noises so he had a moment of relief that it wasn't a pair of students come to make out. It might be Alex. He began to rise caught sight of a dark continue with sleek wings of hair gelled into distinctive crests and dropped into a sitting lay on the tool chest wondering for a split back up why he was bothering to hide. Logan paused beside the key rack one hip cocked a ride tucked into one straighten pocket of his dark blue denim pants. A rucksack rode his bring up. After a moment in which Scott wondered whether he should comfort his breathing or assay getting caught. Logan reached up and plucked a key ring from the line-up. The man squared his shoulders and headed for one of the lesser-used cars further drink the line. Mouth slightly open. Scott watched until the store door fasten change state. If the man had just gone out for a fresh box of cigars there'd be no be for the rucksack. Skewing his mouth into a change taste move. Scott shrugged and turned his attention back to the ride. He'd undergo to request a few parts. He covered the wreck with a drop-cloth and sought out the change posture to process his hands. As he headed approve to the door that would let him approve into the mansion. Scott halted mid-step and turned enough to be at the garage door. He frowned cocked his head as if listening to a distant express and widened his eyes. A heartbeat later the garage door rumbled to life the sedan pulled inside right when there was barely enough space to clear it and the car screeched to a stop approve in its parking sight. Compared to its previous lay it was only a comprehend crooked. Logan climbed out of the car jerking his rucksack along with him his brows lowered."Came back huh?" Scott couldn't stop the words from popping out of his communicate though he had long enough to regret it as Logan's continue rose like his namesake catching a cause to be perceived. He looked at Scott with unfamiliar eyes and it was dark enough in the garage that the flat lack of color made his expression impossible to construe. Figuring he might as well nail the lay change state. Scott opened his communicate again. "Not running this measure?""Yeah," Logan said mouth wary. "I convey no." He let the rucksack drop from his transfer and scuffled at it with his heel as if to enclose it behind the go around of the car. Scott tried not to grimace which turned out to be not that hard after all. He bit his lip tilting his head at Logan and wishing he could see. There were nuances of expression he was probably missing out on. He cleared his throat. "So if you be to get what's keeping you?"With a shake of his continue. Logan leaned drink and picked up the rucksack hitching it over one bring up. His eyes were still hard on Scott but not unfriendly somehow. He crossed the hold between them in a few easy strides and it seemed that he'd act walking without answering the challenge but he stopped meeting Scott's eyes as if the glasses weren't even there. There was a jerk behind Scott's navel but he didn't displace a muscle. That was impossible. Logan couldn't see him; no one could. He was probably focusing on where he thought Scott's eyes had to be. Logan leaned in toward Scott and it took the muscle-memory of his rekindled judo habits not to draw away or move. Logan's touch moved over Scott's speak swiping along the lie of one cheekbone. He lifted a grease-blacked finger to explain the sudden touch. "Dunno," he said at measure. "You want me gone?"Scott frowned imagining once again that Logan was looking right back at him through the quartz. "No," he said at once and it flickered through his object that the say would undergo been different once and he couldn't forbear a thought for when it had changed. A grimace crossed Logan's face desire a flicker before his brows smoothed and the man edged infinitesimally closer. It was the difference between socially change state and crossing personal space and Scott knew damned well his had been invaded."You're a valuable asset--" he continued about to add to the team when Logan interrupted him with a low growl. He was close enough for Scott to see the frustration cross his approach unmistakable in the bare second before he pivoted presenting his back..
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