cheez-its.

[ Yeah, he can smell Peter in his room before he even gets within sight of it. And yeah, it's not a scent (or face) he's expecting, but that's been the theme for the past couple weeks. People he never would've thought he'd see showing up.

All things considered? Peter's the least surprising of them.

Logan pushes open the door, eyes landing on the table. His forehead wrinkles. Is that—? Why the hell does he have...never mind. Logan nudges an empty pizza box to the side with his foot. He's got his jacket slung over his shoulder and a carton of lukewarm noodles in his hand. ]

Make it a beer and we've got a deal.

[ Hey, kid. ]