Kristopherson was surprised at the question, but did his best to hide it. He knew that Daniel most likely wanted to either garner sympathy or apologise, but he wasn't sure which one. Folding his arms, he examined the other's face closely, trying to figure the Westley out. He paid no mind to the fact that it made the brunet uncomfortable. It was Daniel's punishment for what he has done. Still, he couldn't simply leave his friend out to dry.
"Alright." he sighed before turning to address the incubus. "I'll be right back. Remember what we were talking about. You can hang out with the others until I get back. They won't bite, I promise."
"Okay..." Logan said, trying to focus on Kristopherson rather than Daniel. He was worried, but confident in Kristopherson. He wasn't worried in his well being, since the man was a werewolf, but he was worried about his feelings. There was an additional pang in his chest that he would rather not convey to the faux-blond, but despite his own reaction, he ushered the wolfman away to talk to Daniel and watched after them as they walked off.
The two men separated themselves from the group and ducked in a somewhat secluded spot near the bathrooms so that they wouldn't bother anyone. Daniel's heart was racing. He hadn't the slightest clue as to whether or not the other would accept his apology or even remain his friend. He was willing to try, however. That's all he could do at this point. The Westley had hoped to take a moment to compose himself, but as soon as they stopped, the Miles shot at him in his usual fashion.
"So, what do you need?" Kristopherson questioned, raising an eyebrow. He seemed unimpressed, which severely shook Daniel's confidence, but despite this, Daniel knew he had to answer.
"I, uh…" Daniel tried to speak but had to pause to clear his throat and fidget a bit as he attempted to collect his nerves again. "I just… I wanted to say I'm sorry..." he said. "About the other night, that is. And probably for showing up. I just didn't want to leave it for too long..."
"...Before you apologized?"
"Yeah..."
The faux-blonde looked over the man with his arms still crossed. "What are you sorry for? Be specific."
"Uh… For showing up drunk to your house and being a total dick." Daniel replied. "Also, for treating you like shit before that. I fucked up. I fucked up big time."
"Glad you see it my way." Kristopherson answered.
"Yeah..." sighed the other. "I was being a real shitlord… I still kinda am. I'm sorry I kinda picked a fight with you earlier, too. That was shitty of me."
"Well, that one was kind of my fault, too." stated the faux-blonde. He was nervous as well, given the awkwardness of the entire situation. "I'm sorry about it. I reacted badly. Truthfully, I'm not too keen on him, still. I'm willing to let that go if he makes you happy, though."
"Thanks, mate..." Daniel replied, a small smile daring to curl the corners of his mouth slightly upward.
"I'm not done. The moment he hurts, you, though, I'm tearing his head off." Kristopherson replied. "That's what friends do."
"We're still friends?"
"Yeah..." sighed the wolfman. "I can't just abandon you when your life is shitty."
"I did that to you, though..." Daniel sadly replied.
"You know you did it?"
"Yeah..."
"Are you sorry you did it?"
"Absolutely."
"You're not gonna do it again?"
"I'll try my best." the Westley said, raising his head somewhat. "If I do, I hope you kick my ass."
"Don't worry, I will." Smiled the faux-blonde at last. Holding out his hand, he offered his friend a shake. "Deal?"
Grin widening, Daniel breathed a massive sigh of releif with all of his being. He took Kristopherson up on his offer, and sealed it. "Deal." He said, gripping the other's hand firmly. When they let go, however, his smile shrunk a bit.
"There's something I still need to do." the Westley said, taking the wolfman off guard.
"What's that?"
"I kind of need to apologise to Logan, too." Daniel bashfully explained. "I left a really shitty first impression. He's right about all that stuff he said, and I wanna tell him that."
"Let's go meet up with him, then." the Miles answered, escorting the other back to the group.
They had to look around a bit, but they weren't far behind them. Daniel was nervous about talking the the incubus after the way he treated the man, but he drew confidence from Kristopherson's positive reaction. In truth, he was jealous of Logan. While Daniel was immature and ill-equipped emotionally for a relationship with a supernatural, he still fancied Kristpoherson, and Kristopherson fancied him. They both knew it, but they both knew that they were not compatible for a romantic relationship and wanted to move on from that. Daniel was hasty in his approach, while Kristopherson took his time. Either way, they agreed that they were not suited for each other, but that they both wanted to remain friends. They liked being together platonically more than they did being a couple. That was the conclusion that they arrived to.
Still, some feeling remained. Daniel knew that he simply had to grow up and accept Logan as part of Kristopherson's life, now. Whether or not they would end up together was something that he could not foresee. If they did, however, he would support Kristopherson and fight for him if the incubus broke his heart, and if they didn't, that was just as well. His friend would have felt the same, but Kristopherson quietly suspected that Daniel's new relationship wasn't going to last. If it failed, however, he would support him and help him through it. That's just what friends are for.
The pair walked up to Logan, who still hadn't completely assimilated into the rest of the group and continued to hang back. The incubus looked their way expectantly once he saw them approach, hoping that they had made nice with each other.
"Back so soon?" he playfully asked with a smile, and the other two nodded.
"Yeah. The good news is that we don't hate each other anymore." Kristopherson announced. "Still don't wanna date his mug, though."
"Am I that bad?" questioned Daniel, earning a look from his friend. "I'm kidding, I'm pretty bad… And, uh… That's also why I need to apologise to you, too, Logan."
"What for?" questioned the incubus.
"For saying all that shit the other night." the Westley answered. "I was being an ass, and the stuff you said was all right. I was just drunk and emotionally unstable at the time..."
"Now you're sober and a little bit stable." Kristopherson butted in.
"Shut up, I'm trying to be sincere, here!" Daniel replied before turning his attention back to Logan. "So… Yeah… I'm really sorry about all that… I hope you can at least not completely hate me."
"I don't hate you at all!" Logan answered with a smile, completely taking the Westley off guard. He honestly had expected more resistance. "After I thought about it, I figured that you were going through some stuff. I got worked up."
"You should have. That was fucked up." the brunet said.
"It was, and I still had my doubts, but I forgive you." stated the incubus. "As long as you don't do it again, we're good."
"Damn… That was easy… Are you a saint or something? I would still think I'm a bastard."
"Nope. I'm just Logan."
Daniel and Kristopherson looked to one another, and the faux-blonde shrugged. That was just the way that Logan was, it seemed. Daniel simply wasn't used to that kind of flexibility and understanding.
"Alright." Daniel replied. "We're cool?"
"We're cool." Logan said, pausing for a moment and looking past the pair for a moment. Pointing, he added: "Uh… I think the others want you to go over there."
The rest of the group wanted everyone to pose with the mannequins before they were forced out of the way by other patrons who believed them to be taking too long. They were, but no one was willing to argue with such a bizarre group of people. Alois was waving the three over so that they could get the last picture before moving on to the other exhibits, prompting the faux-blonde to shake his head.
"C'mon, we can't keep Alois waiting too long, or he'll whine." Kristopherson stated before turning to walk over to the menace. He fully expected the other two to follow, but they stayed behind momentarily.
"Let's go, blue." the Westley said. "He's right. You can't keep Lois waiting."
"Me too?" questioned the incubus confusedly with raised eyebrows.
"Well, yeah. You're part of the team, too aren't ya? Let's go. Chop chop!" Daniel insisted while patting the other man on the back. Before they walked over to the others, however, he paused to lean in a little closer to whisper in Logan's ear.
"You're gonna have to be more aggressive if you wanna impress Kris, by the way." he added, causing the incubus' cheeks to heat up.
