Logan ignored Kathy’s quite-frankly pitiful attempts at fighting him off, though he got a couple odd looks from bystanders. He gave his most comforting, ‘its fine’ look, though he was sure some of them thought the worst. It made him a bit more relieved that he got her out when he did - if that was her best attempt at fighting off an assailant, she needed to get away from those people.<br/><br/>He frowned at her answer about slipping, which somehow left him more concerned than ever. “That’s... great.” He sighed, pausing when she slid past him. Christ, he was drunk, he needed to get away from her before he did something stupid that he couldn’t take back. Once he was away from her, he could call a cab back to his apartment and text one of his many exes to come... keep him company.<br/><br/>That plan went out the window as he watched the girl slide into the tub with her clothes still on, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re not taking a bath, you’ll drown yourself in this state.” He reminded her, eyes skimming her figure where her clothes clung to her skin. He followed her lead of taking off his shoes and socks before reaching into the tub to switch it from bath to shower mode, the water raining down on her. He stepped awkwardly into the tub behind her and looped his arms under hers so he could pull her to her feet, ignoring the water that drenched his shirt and jeans. His jeans became uncomfortable, but his white shirt became skintight, clinging to every ridge in his body. He and Matt were wannabe bodybuilders, so there was plenty of muscle to be shown.<br/><br/>“Up you get. I’m not stripping you down, I reserve that for occasions with mutual nudity.” He grunted, removing his arms once he was reasonably sure she was steady and pushing his dark, wet hair from his eyes. “I’m going to get out of the shower, you are going to strip, and you are going to make yourself smell a bit better, alright? I’ll get you some other clothes and wait for you in your room, so I’ll hear you if you fall and get a concussion.” He explained, keeping his words slow and even. Fuck if he knew what she was actually hearing, better yet comprehending.<br/><br/>He took as much of a step back as he could in the confined space, not willing to leave until he knew she gathered what he was talking about. Part of him almost wanted to laugh at the thought of Matt walking in on them. They had the bro code rules - thou shalt not screw thy brother’s sister. They were PG, but if Matt walked in on them in the shower together, no matter how clothed they were, it’d get violent. “Give me a nod or something here so I know you’re lucid.” He prompted.