Logan's daughter was the ONLY female he'd encountered since his sister's death...that didn't judge him. Didn't treat him like a freak that was disgusting to behold his being. He felt the hurt vibe from her. Well too fucking bad. She was the ONE to be going about judging. He was going to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was the ONE who proved him wrong. That there was NOT a woman who would see him as anything other than...a prize. He wanted someone to love and cherish and be loved and cherished in return. He firmly believed this was proof it was NEVER going to happen.<br/><br/>He sighs and speaks to Yuna in Vietnamese. And he looks at her. "You won't like the neighborhood. Rich or not...I keep only enough funds that is required to support me and Yuna. To keep food on the table and clothes on our back. I don't even have a fancy car." he looks at her acidly. "Bet you didn't see that coming now did you Miss Judgmental." he says. And holds the now sleeping Yuna in his arms. "The adress is 777 Lucky Hills Court." he says. Naming the area of town just barely above the poor side of town. He glares daggers at her.<br/><br/>And sighs. "You are just like everyone else. I thought...she'd be different...that maybe...I'd find a chick who wasn't into me for money. But for my stupidly romantic side." he says to himself. "This is just proof that I will NEVER have anything like my sister had...." he trails off. Clearly not realizing he was talking outloud.