[ easier said than done, but - stiles doesn't argue. not because he doesn't have a response, but because he just kind of wants to believe in logan and follow his bad advice, even if his conscience won't let him. ugh. time to lay on thick layers of uncomfortable humor to get past this. ]
How around? How around. You don't need to go into detail, but if you secretly banged a princess or a celebrity or another superhero I wouldn't know about, you are legally obligated to tell me. I'm eighteen years old, Logan. The big one-eight. Do you know how much I've gotten around? I haven't even left the freaking parking lot. As of this month, I am officially a grown-ass adult man who has never so much as gotten behind the wheel of a car that could get me around. The sex car. I haven't driven the sex car. I haven't had sex. I don't know if that was clear. I need to live vicariously through somebody else or I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
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How around? How around.
You don't need to go into detail, but if you secretly banged a princess or a celebrity or another superhero I wouldn't know about, you are legally obligated to tell me.
I'm eighteen years old, Logan. The big one-eight. Do you know how much I've gotten around? I haven't even left the freaking parking lot.
As of this month, I am officially a grown-ass adult man who has never so much as gotten behind the wheel of a car that could get me around.
The sex car. I haven't driven the sex car. I haven't had sex. I don't know if that was clear.
I need to live vicariously through somebody else or I'm going to lose my fucking mind.