[Bad question. Logan looks at him for a beat, turns away to slam a kitchen cupboard shut and ever so eloquently exits the kitchen with his cigar in hand. He's going for the front door, leaving Stiles in the kitchen to sit unknowing to what he might've stirred up besides Logan's annoyance and having his buttons pushed. He uses his claw while outside to crack the tip off his cigar and get it lit, metal retreated into his knuckles soon after that - the blood dripping down to the porch as he sits in one of the uncomfortable wicker seats. One way or another Stiles will be outside or out of his hair. He doesn't care which.]
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