Logan was extremely uncomfortable as Eric pressed on with his assertions about their first meeting. He tried to shrug it off.
"Yeah, well, maybe I'd just gotten into some bad tequila that night."
Another memory jumped forward and swam uncomfortably at the forefront of his thoughts.
He'd had a blackout a few months after he got here. He'd woken up in his bed with a bite wound and no idea of what had bitten him. He looked up at Eric and this time he did take a step back.
"Shit," he said under his breath. "Look, dude, I don't want to pick a fight."
He might have been quick to fight and quick to defend his own sense of macho, but he'd learned the hard way while living in the City that he wasn't top of the food chain here.