Logan was upon the horse without even knowing it. Her presence drew him, just as it did he horse, and he couldn't explain it. It made sense, a beauty and a beast, two figures destined to be in each other's path in spite of the closeness. It was then, as she denied the feeling he could feel pouring from her, Logan decided he was glad they were friends. She was a good woman, good to him, and she deserved only the best.
"Coffee," Logan breathed, doing nothing to engage her physically as they rode. Her posture suggested otherwise and he would respect her distance.
"An' eggs. Lots'a protein...yanno, meat an stuff," Logan explained. The words felt lost upon his lips. He couldn't quite describe the care Giselle had taken in preparing not only just his breakfast but every meal. (Reply to this) (Parent)