【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

After dinner without food, Charles glanced at Scott and smiled at his son reassuringly, probably persuaded by Erik, and didn't speak.The stern-faced Erik sat aside, glanced at Logan first, and then began to "chat" with him.

Erik's voice was metallic, his words calm and restrained, and the moment Logan heard the tone of his opening, he knew the hostility he felt was real, that he wasn't fully trusted. Charles frowned barely noticeably at that, and he gave Erik a disapproving look, but got no response.

Linguistics and Behavior Logan has also studied a little bit before, and now Erik in this state is almost interrogating.However, Erik didn't directly ask him about his family situation and current financial situation in detail as Logan thought. He just asked, "Have you ever joined the army?"

"Yes," Logan replied, eyes narrowed at the memory.

"Won a lot of medals?" Erik was asking knowingly, Logan thought as he looked at the old man's slightly raised eyebrows.He knew very well that once a person with Erik's personality and status knew of his existence, his life must have been read and reread many times.So those things on the bright side don't need to be said by Logan himself. Logan didn't feel offended. He could understand a father's feelings. For example, the last time he attended the wedding of a comrade-in-arms, Logan saw that the bride's father was carrying a shotgun and staring at the groom with murderous eyes the whole time. Until he handed over his daughter to that bastard.

Quickly grabbing his thoughts back, Logan replied, "There are some." The flannel-wrapped boxes were randomly piled up in the corner of Logan's apartment, covered with a layer of dust, until Scott saw them. Scott didn't ask much, just dusted them off and casually stacked them into the back of the cabinet.Maybe others would think it was an honor, but to Logan, those shiny hard medals just proved that he lived a little longer than some soldiers who never came back.

"Why don't you continue to serve?" Erik saw the alienation in Logan's eyes, and Scott and Charles beside him also said something.

"When you think what you're doing is right, then it doesn't matter if you sacrifice your life." Logan grinned, and there was a bit of bitterness engraved in the few lines on his face.At that fork in the road, he did have other choices, but when he realized that he was a little confused, he knew that he had made the final decision.

Erik paused for a moment, his eyes became farther away, and Logan's words resonated with him, but the old man quickly recovered and continued to ask: "Why do you make desserts?"

"My mother likes desserts," Logan replied. "I also studied specifically after retiring." Scott also asked him about career transitions.After retiring, Logan didn’t have a good time. He felt that he could do nothing but hold a gun. The fault with modern society made him unable to deny his panic. Even his dreams were filled with the smell of steaming gravel and gunpowder smoke. .But Logan wasn't as addicted to alcohol as some veterans were, and he didn't want to be living on dole.Most of the retired soldiers go to work as security guards, but Logan thinks that he has the foundation of baking, and it is not difficult to regain the skill of making small desserts.

Those sweet little things do have a calming and happy effect.

"Do you like tea?"

"Uh, it's okay, but I prefer beer." Logan was a little confused by this question, but he still spoke honestly.

"Charles used to like to drink tea when he was studying in Oxford." The elder who was named smiled, and Erik continued, "Scott also likes to drink tea."

"I think Scott likes coffee better," Logan retorted automatically.

Erik's face was tense, and he said with a heavy body: "If there's only coffee, then it's hard to say whether you like it or not." Logan was not too nervous when he was questioned about those past events, but he paused because of this sentence, and he turned his head to look at Scott, who raised an eyebrow at him, which relieved Logan a little.

"Erik." Charles said at the right time, his voice was as gentle as a stream, with a sense of calmness, and Erik pursed his lips to withdraw his aggression.

"Logan, you're the first person Scott said he'd bring home." Charles picked up Erik's words and said, "We're all surprised."

Logan nodded, involuntarily tensing up as he faced Charles.He originally thought that he would be suspected by them of other motives, after all Logan knew the worth of the two old men in front of him, but they didn't talk about it except Erik hinted at material things.

"We trust Scott's vision, so you don't need to worry too much." Charles smiled.

Erik beside him muttered: "I like Jean better, if it's a boy, Warren is also good..." Logan pretended not to hear.

"I see," Logan said.

"The reference is clear, the speed of speech is accelerated, and the tone is lowered at the end of the sentence." Charles was still smiling, and he looked straight into Logan's eyes with a calm expression, "You speak clearly and do not avoid the key points, which proves that you know what we mean. "

Charles has been analyzing Logan through different pronunciations, intonations, pauses, and rhythms, which is where Professor X's nickname comes from.The brilliant old man is staggeringly talented in biology and psychology. He possesses expert-level knowledge, a mind with frightening speed of reaction, and a mechanically precise perception of sound.

As long as you observe the other person's expression and listen to their words, you can theoretically understand the other person's psychology. This sounds a bit legendary and unbelievable. Many polygraph experts can't achieve his astonishingly low error rate. Logan met the old man's gaze directly, his blue eyes full of wisdom. Logan didn't know what conclusion Charles had come to, but he was confident that he was sincere enough.

Seeing the determined gaze of his son's boyfriend, Charles sighed softly, then turned his gaze to his silent partner: "Look, you're scaring them all, Erik." His voice picked up a bit. kid jokes.

"I haven't done anything yet!" Erik grumbled, and then he gave Logan a snarky look, "If you treat Scott badly, I'll wrap you up in steel bars and throw you into the Hudson, and no one will find you! "

"You won't have that chance," Logan replied immediately, subconsciously feeling that Erik wasn't just talking.

The "interrogation" came to an end, Erik pushed the wheelchair and Charles left the room, Scott and Logan hurriedly got up and said goodbye, and then the youth led Logan to the parking lot.

Logan found his car parked there, and he froze for a moment before letting Scott take the passenger seat.Seeing that Logan wasn't angry because the car was blocked, the young man just cocked his lips.

"So, I passed?" Logan grinned, hands on the steering wheel.

"Yes." Scott clasped his hands in his lap before replying.

"Erik's right, I really can't afford those expensive tea leaves, or coffee beans." Logan looked at the road ahead.

Scott didn't speak, he knew that Logan didn't take those things to heart, and if there were conflicts because of this, then their relationship was too fragile. Scott tilted his head and looked at the man's handsome side face: "Charles and Erik have known each other since they were 16 years old, and they are still together today. I don't think that has anything to do with tea."

Logan raised his eyebrows and was silent for a while. The man asked teasingly in a deliberately protracted lazy tone: "Scott, who is Warren?"

Hearing this, the young man wearing glasses replied jokingly: "What's the matter, are you jealous?"

Seeing the sudden subtlety of Logan's expression, Scott turned his head and looked out the window in a good mood. The silver-white moonlight was gentle and bright, which could illuminate everything.The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the not-so-clear vision gave him a rich imagination. Through the lens, the tree shadows on both sides of the road were crimson, and they quickly passed the young man's eyes, leaving only blurred lines on the retina afterimage.

There were not many vehicles at night, and on a quiet road, Logan drove Scott towards their house.

--go home.