Gibs still had a good natured smile at Logan's teasing, taking it all in stride. He was aware that he was something of an odd bird, or at least he had been. He could not blame anyone for reacting to it. He did give a grateful nod as he glanced around the bar again, nostrils flaring as he took in the scents of the onlookers. Logan was right, no aggression, no fear. It was... nice. "I see what you mean," he replied in an easily spoken English which was so far from the rumbling, fragmented, choppy way he had spoken not so long ago. "It's good to know places like this exist."
He sighed when Logan insisted he'd not say apologies for him, rumbling quietly. "We're still... friends aren't we? Packmates of... some kind." There was still a very soft heart in Kyle which perhaps seemed odd or out of place in such a civilized looking young man. "You could still..." He shook his head, deciding against whatever he was going to say. Logan was right, it was up to Kyle to say his apologies himself, and he really had no right to ask Logan to step in there, no matter how good a friend he considered the older feral.
"I know," he said quietly. "People have been... very understanding about it." He was rather baffled by that fact, he had expected a great deal more hurt and outrage, it kind of bothered him in a masochistic way. He paused, lifted one thick brow and watched Logan out of the corner of one eye. "Including a girl who smelled a lot like you. She's a good person. very... very kind."