Logan breathes in as her hand reaches for his, covers his own, and he looks down at their hands. He leans in against the other side of the bar near out of instinct with a woman like this one.

"They are. Seen it time and time again. Worry more about the kids that have to suffer through it," he says, and he worries more about them than he does about himself who can keep his powers hidden relatively easily, who has stopped making so many ties in the world anymore.

He meets her gaze when she lifts it. "...it's everything," he says. "I'm old. I don't die. Not now. Not ever."

His words are soft though as he looks at her, and his hand drifts up, frames her face. She is beautiful, genuine, strong, warm such a contrast to him with his muscles and roughness. He is so drawn to her.