"Lady friend issues," Harlow repeated with a laugh, only able to imagine how Adelaide really felt about Charlie. He could be territorial himself, especially of things that he viewed as being his-- and he could only imagine that if he'd had a doting big brother like Rodeo, he'd have wound up pretty territorial over him. No girl would have seemed good enough to possess him, especially not if possessing him meant taking his attention away from his family. "Give me ten minutes with him and I bet I can get those lady issues solved for you. I never met a problem I couldn't slut my way out of."
"Aw, well there goes my crash spot for the night," Harlow sighed, glancing up towards the ceiling sadly. "It's alright. I can't sleep with clothes on, so it's probably for the better." Harlow paused for a moment, then dropped his pale blue eyes to Adelaide's face, narrowing them slightly. "Wait a second. You sleep together?" And she was trying to tell him that Cutter wasn't her Big Bear?
Harlow had to laugh at her terminology, a pleased little cackle escaping his lips as he pushed up to sit on the bar. "Does he let you taste his rainbow?" Harlow asked wickedly, his playful energy only multiplying as the drinks started to hit him. At Adelaide's question, he glanced down at his fingertips, wrinkling his nose at the paint there. There was always paint there. His hands were permanently stained, fingers caked with one color or another.
"I paint," he said, looking back to her. "But I don't paint the kind of paintings people look at and admire the use of brushstrokes to convey meaning. I paint the kind of shit that people look at and admire the use of a drain pipe to gain access." He wasn't sure she'd get it, but he wasn't going to elaborate. If she'd been outside at all lately, there was a good chance she'd understand his meaning.