[ Okay, wow, yeah. Stiles tenses up, folding his arms tight over his chest. He's not offended by Logan bringing his mom up, exactly, but he knows she's dead, knows she died from the thing that's killing him now, and this just feels like a dig to get him to feel like shit and leave him alone. ]

She croaked. Bit the big one. Bought a pine condo.

[ Unfortunately for Logan, it just sparks the defensive, shit-eating spark in Stiles that gets him into so much trouble. He digs his heels in, not about to take this. ]

No wife, then? Girlfriend? Husband? Both? I'm not gonna judge, James, you don't gotta get all shy on me.