Kyle was a complex creature in many ways, which in and of itself was strange given how simple the man was. He was not done changing, between his own natural mutation and what all Perfect Solider had done to him, the true extent of which he was not even aware of yet, his future was rather uncertain. He would miss the comfort that came from his pseudo-pack at the Haven, but things changed, things happened. This was the price of what he was doing, and he could live with that, even if it would be less than pleasant. "I know," he acknowledge with a nod.
Gibs knew what the scent meant, they were close relatives of some kind. Daughter made the most sense, and he could not help an impish little grin as everything about Logan, from his words to his body language to his scent. It was too easy for Kyle Gibney to pass up. "Doesn't look so little to me. And from what hear, she doesn't like listening to Daddy. Maybe that ups my odds?" He quickly put both hands up, grinning madly. "'M kidding, 'm kidding," he insisted, scooting away slightly with a 'please don't beat me' apologetic look. Wasn't his fault that Logan could be read like a book...