Steadying himself became a challenge. A hand remained clasped, fingers white knuckled against the lip of the bar. He took a deep breath and watched the distance between himself and the door swim and lengthen as if to spite him. He didn’t used to be this way, but time and pain could take its toll on a man. Thankfully he only got this worked up and blasted once a year.
A moment to process and question and Logan’s free hand was fumbling around down the front of his work shirt to produce the ID. He didn’t care if Ehren learned what his ability was, he didn’t care about anything just then. And showing the location was probably better than having to stand there and make the stranger decipher drunken code.
No one had ever been in his apartment. He didn’t host, entertain, have friends to invite over and that was the way he liked it. The apartment itself was a bit messy but that was probably usual for a single man his age. He did the best to find the strength to clean it but often the exhaustion was more convincing.
Swaying a bit where he stood Logan waited for guidance.