That was an awkward statement. Logan rolled with it, “Yeah, cool.” Cause that was the only response he could think of in such a way. He couldn’t help but smile a little regardless.
Eyebrows would arch at the stationary movement; did the other guy really need something? Was this a thing? He wasn’t up on all of that. “You’re cool? You sure?” Sleep was clawing at him but he felt like running. He pushed the feeling aside, a hand lifting to rake through his own, still damp hair to get it out of his face.