Leaning back against the door to Wades apartment, Logan stilled, his brows furrowed and his gaze stern. His ears twitched as he heard you, but didn’t truly bother to glance your way. It was only when you approached him that he finally offered his attention to you, his right index and ring finger reaching up to take the cigar from his teeth between their junctions.

“Fuck off.” He grumbled, glancing away with a heave of his chest.