While conflict wasn’t usually Ehren’s thing, he was growing tired of people walking all over him. Roman had walked all over him, guards had walked all over him, and the government walked all over him every single day. He was tired of constantly opening himself to others only to have things go terribly wrong. This was the last straw, he wasn’t about to let someone walk all over him when all he was trying to do was help.
Again, he slid the money back over to Logan and fixed him with a glare. “Listen, Logan? I get that something sucks for you right now, trust me, I would rather be wasted right now but I’m not going to sit here and watch you drink yourself to death. Please, please, let me just get you home. There’s nothing better to drown out a bad day than a good nights sleep.” It wasn’t like he was yelling at Logan per se, but he would force his help on him if he had to.
“If it makes you feel any better, I have a bottle of scotch at my apartment that you can have to drink yourself to death to. I don’t think she..” He said, gesturing to the bartender who looked on in what appeared to be horror. “...deserves to have that on her conscious.”