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Logan, despite working with Victor Creed for the past five years, wouldn’t necessarily say that the man was his partner.
They did all their merc jobs together, yes, and planned their lives accordingly around that, yes, but also Logan has the vague idea that if he were to call Victor Creed his partner, the man would be insufferable.
That isn’t to say Logan didn’t like being with Victor; both working the jobs, and then drinking afterwards. He very much did. It’s one of the few sublime pleasures of his life, those dark nights with Creed in a rowdy tavern, heads pressed close so they could hear the other, knees hitting.
Sometimes, if they drink enough, they get a room. Nothing of note happens when they do that, or at least that’s what Logan pretends in the daytime. What does happen is one of them will pull the other to their chest in bed, back to front, and whisper in the other’s ear as they masturbate together. They don’t touch each other when they do this, nothing beyond a hand to a chest to hold them closer, or a forehead pressed into the back of a head. They finish together, lay together, and wake up as if nothing happened.
So, yeah, Logan wouldn't necessarily call Creed his partner.