[ Another wrinkle joins the others on Logan's forehead. He's not a bad liar, exactly, but he's not a good one, either, mostly 'cause he never bothers. If he's got something to say, he'll say it. He's rarely the guy holding all the cards, anyhow. It's usually everybody else who knows more than he does. Recognizing him when he can't place their faces. Knowing the places he's been when he barely knows himself.

This is different. Complicated.

He snorts, finally turning his full attention back to his book. Yeah, he caught that smile, and he doesn't know how it makes him feel, coming from Scott. Now, here, of all places, of all times. Easier to ignore it. ]

Wouldn't count on it. [ He stuffs the rest of the bread slice into his mouth. ] And don't count on moving in, either, you hear? The second those lights come back on, I'm putting your ass outside.

[ Could've at least brought a couple of beers. Just sayin'. But maybe it also says something that Logan's made no effort to get Scott to leave. ]