Logan stood there for long enough that only the eventual creak of a board under his weight betrayed his continuing presence. Finally he bent his knees and sat on his heels, not quite willing to sit but not willing to leave, either. Whatever this girl was, besides non-human she also smelled old, and Logan wasn't willing to turn down wisdom when it was offered.
...Besides, chances were he'd just show up on her doorstep again ten minutes after walking away. He hated this place.