[ Jeez, rude. Stiles is truly offended, splaying his hand over his chest in shock. The nerve? He looks at Logan like he wants to just kinda reach out and snatch the beer from his hand, and really, if he was anyone else, he probably would, but. Well. ]

Have you, like, threatend to break his kneecaps yet? That feels like something you'd do.

[ That's why he doesn't snatch Logan's beer. He gets up and gets his own bottle from the fridge, sighing laboriously every step he takes until he's back in his seat. He tries to mimic Logan, twisting his hand over the cap, but it just hurts and doesn't move at all. He makes a quiet ow noise, then starts gently whacking the neck of the bottle against the table, like he'll pop the cap off that way. ]

Wait. Are we at the stage where you'd threaten to break someone's kneecaps for me yet?