[Logan wants to stew in his gritty, pissy mood right now but Stiles won't leave or take the hint and that's probably a good thing. Logan smokes his cigar, blowing smoke to the side and breathing in shallow pants that are either from the irritation or the shitty healing factor. Could be both. He leans back in his chair and doesn't look back to Stiles, but is very aware of his presence.
He doesn't speak for a good long period of silence that might hint he's not wanting to speak again at all. That maybe he doesn't want to hear about Claudia, maybe he doesn't care. Doesn't want to care. He's supposed to be keeping his distance from people and yet here he is somehow chatting it up with a kid about his emotionally charged life. He grunts, running his hand down the front of his face.]
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He doesn't speak for a good long period of silence that might hint he's not wanting to speak again at all. That maybe he doesn't want to hear about Claudia, maybe he doesn't care. Doesn't want to care. He's supposed to be keeping his distance from people and yet here he is somehow chatting it up with a kid about his emotionally charged life. He grunts, running his hand down the front of his face.]
I have a kid. That's all.