Logan knew that look. It was disarming to see it on Kathy’s face, but he recognized it. It was the look of someone who liked what they saw. Half the reason he worked out was to get girls, it usually wasn’t surprising, but for some reason, knowing that she was staring was... different.<br/><br/>He dropped his wet shirt, taking a step toward her and nodding as she rambled on. “Right, it just... makes sense if I stay in here.” He agreed, taking another step, so he was only a couple feet away. “Drinking and driving would be bad.” He nodded. Another step. “But I really don’t think it’ll be quiet in here, if we’re being honest. A lot of... noisy things could happen.” He added, haze lingering on her knuckles, how tightly she was holding the towel.<br/><br/>“We should get dressed.” He admitted, though he made no move to leave. His choice was made, he just needed to be certain that he didn’t cross a line that he couldn’t uncross without being absolutely sure that she wanted him to. “Or... we could not get dressed.” He finished, taking one last step so there was less than a foot between them. It wasn’t the closest proximity they’d had that night, but somehow, it felt different. He wasn’t carrying her drunk ass to the shower or to bed, he was... what, exactly?<br/><br/><i>Making certain that Matt kills me if he finds out.<br/>
</i><br/>Yea. That was a fair guess. But for the first time, that didn’t really put him off, probably because he really didn’t care. She was an adult, they were both adults, they didn’t need her brother’s permission to do anything.