"Me? Good? There's a long list a' people who'd strongly disagree there, bub," Logan replied with a self-deprecating snort, his gaze faraway for a few beats. Kyle's next response threw him for a loop. Logan wasn't at all thinking in those terms but, when he thought about it, it made perfect sense. More than that, it felt right. Home was where the pack is, or something. Maybe he and Kyle should start a series of greeting cards for ferals. Yeah, right.
"I thought you'd say Haven, but hey, that works too. That's right, kid. We're yer pack, and don't you forget it," he tried to say gruffly, because otherwise it would all sound unspeakably sappy. Like it was about to, since Kyle's last request had only one possible answer. "Ya know I will." He held Kyle's gaze for a moment before he turned and chugged down the last of his beer.
"Now git," he gruffed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and returning to his usual grumpy self. "Before ya wanna do somethin' dumb like braid each other's hair," he tossed in with a squinty glare. So what was he, now? Collecting ferals? Would wonders never cease. This gave him something else to think about.