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[ Rolling up to the venue in a motorbike, Logan thinks he's severely under...everything. Underdressed, undervehicled, underpaid. He's late, but he didn't want to be here for the photo ops, and he didn't want to arrive at the same time as his apparent boyfriend; it's not that he doesn't like Steve, quite the opposite really, but the thought of people asking him questions about their relationship after what happened at Steve's flat made him want to reach for his inhaler.
At least he brought it, along with a couple of other allergy meds in the messenger bag over his shoulder, because God knows what fancy food people eat and whether they'll kill him or not. Logan gives his name to the guy manning the guest list up front, laughs off the oh, you're Steve Rogers' man that he gets (he gets that too much, lately), and then enters the function room with a slow exhale of breath.
It's weird to be at one of these things without a press I.D., making it so Logan feels almost naked without it. But he remembers the table number he was assigned to and makes his way there, hoping Steve is at least seated with him.
Because hell, he doesn't get paid enough to be fake around these froufrou types. ]
At least he brought it, along with a couple of other allergy meds in the messenger bag over his shoulder, because God knows what fancy food people eat and whether they'll kill him or not. Logan gives his name to the guy manning the guest list up front, laughs off the oh, you're Steve Rogers' man that he gets (he gets that too much, lately), and then enters the function room with a slow exhale of breath.
It's weird to be at one of these things without a press I.D., making it so Logan feels almost naked without it. But he remembers the table number he was assigned to and makes his way there, hoping Steve is at least seated with him.
Because hell, he doesn't get paid enough to be fake around these froufrou types. ]
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Instead, here he is. In a three piece suit, making his rounds as he talks to people that were in attendance for the fundraiser. At first he doesn't notice Logan's arrival, a woman stealing his attention with her conversation about the event, until Natasha manages to 'steal him away' so that he can make a clean get away. She suggests to take a seat, pointing out the way he's trying to not put too much pressure on his leg while standing since he has been at this for too long today, and when he approaches the table he can't help but grin at the sight of Logan sitting there.
"You should take a few minutes, Steve," she 'suggests' with a wink and a slight push towards the table. But, really, he doesn't need the push. The minute she suggests he should take a few minutes, he's already moving to the table and he rests a hand on his shoulder. ]
Mind some company?
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Instead, he scoffs, looking away like it makes a difference. ]
I might.
[ But given the way that Logan's foot is already reaching under the table to push the chair at his side back for Steve to sit on it, it's clear he wants him to stay. Steve is just about the only thing here that's familiar and comfortable-- everyone here is too rich, and Logan doesn't know how to interact with them without a recorder in one hand and interview questions programmed into his head.
He spares Steve's leg a glance, then looks back up at him. ] You okay?
😍
Yeah, I’m fine. [ It’s such a regular response for whenever someone asks, that it comes out before he can even properly think how honest he wants to be in his answer. Depending on how closely Logan is watching him, he’ll be able to see the way his features tighten for a moment as he leans back against the chair, stretching out his leg slightly in the process. It’s meant to be a ‘smooth’ way to try to ease the way it aches, but he has been standing for way too long for it to be a seamless transition.
That’s why, after a pause, he shrugs slightly as he re-thinks his answer. ]
I’ve been needing to sit for a minute, it just ... wasn’t working out.
[ He doesn’t want to stay on that subject, though, and how easily he can forego his own comfort for the sake of his responsibilities and instead just smiles at Logan. ]
I’m really glad you could make it.
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He hadn't intended to call Steve out on his lie, though. Which is what makes the clarification mean that much more.
And there's the subsequent warmth he feels in his chest at the stupid, honest sharing of it all. Why is he happy about that more than he is the declaration that Steve's glad he's here? Because he's trusted with that knowledge? Because nobody else knows Steve Rogers' leg is in fucking pain? ]
Yeah, well, I gave up a good marathon for you. [ Because Steve talks to him differently from the others? ] You should be glad.
Only thing that makes this worthwhile is I think they have those shrimp cocktails going around. [ Logan holds the bag he brings everywhere with him up, with all his pills and his inhaler and all that nonsense. ] I brought antihistamines. [ Then sets it back down on the floor by his feet under the table. ] I'm eating as many of those things as I can get my mitts on.
You got any sway on what food gets served where?
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[ Being home with him, watching television sounds like heaven right about now. It sounds so normal, especially compared to everything surrounding him right now. He has had enough benefits and dress-ups to last him a lifetime.
Steve chuckles. ]
I...might? I don't know, I've never tried to see what I can actually get at these things. [ It might sound modest, that he never tries to use his influence or his pull for things like that, but it's the absolute truth. ]
What are you craving?