Logan retreated as soon as he could, needing to escape the enclosed space as quickly as he could before he decided that it wasn’t worth leaving. He heard her toss what sounded like wet fabric into porcelain, making him hesitate for a split second. The perverted guy in him wanted to get a glance, since he was reasonably sure she wouldn’t notice, but that made him feel all kinds of gross. When he saw a woman naked, it was because she wanted him to, no questions about that.<br/><br/>He strode to her bedroom, closing the door between them and glancing in the mirror for a moment, groaning in disgust. He looked like a drowned rat, his clothes clinging to him, his hair plastered to his forehead. Without hesitating, wanting to get the uncomfortable feeling of cold fabric off of him, he yanked his shirt off, looking around her room for anything he could use to replace it without luck. His torso was tan, muscled, and covered with a smattering of tattoos, most of which things that his little brother had designed when they were younger, and a few quotes. He had different names on different parts of him, like Penelope inked on the inside of his right bicep and Lauren on the inside of his left.<br/><br/>He vaguely remembered that she didn’t have clothes to change into, and looked at her dresser, grimacing slightly. Did he really want to look through her underwear drawer? Was that really where he was at? He didn’t know what she wore to sleep, for all he knew, she slept naked. The instant that thought hit him, he regret it, unable to stop himself from thinking about that one. He wrestled his phone from his wet jeans, setting it on her dresser before poking through her dressers. Eventually, he found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that seemed appropriate to sleep in, deciding to leave the underwear-choosing for her to figure out.<br/><br/>He turned around quickly when he heard the bathroom door open, suddenly regretting his partial stripping. It wasn’t uncommon for him to walk around shirtless, but it felt different when it was just the two of them. “Uh...” He muttered, staring at her for a moment. Damn, that was a gaping hole in his brilliant plan. There was a piece of cloth between her and nudity. A towel. “Uh... it’s on your bed.” He finally said, eyes lingering on her legs for a moment too long. He remembered his lack of a shirt quickly, and closed his eyes for a second. “It was cold, so I just...” He trailed off, realizing there was no logical explanation. “This is the point where I should leave, right?” He sighed, giving up.