"You ain't enjoyin' it," Logan countered with a lazy shrug, taking a slow drink of his and eyeing Jono's. Give it a few more minutes, and he could probably swipe the beer for himself, if only on principle. It was beer and shouldn't just sit there in the glass going flat because Jono wanted to look normal when he had a scarf wrapped around his face.
Logan didn't really want to be here, but he was damn well going to take advantage of the location as long as he was here. The kid could be as grumpy as he liked: Logan was unimpressed by a kid with a bad attitude. Get a century on him, and maybe he'd be slightly more impressive with it, instead of just being a kid with a bad run of luck with girls.
"Something like that," he said. They both knew why he was here, and he wasn't the sort to start spouting off the song and dance number about Xavier's. Jono would explain why he was here, or what he wanted, or both. Or he wouldn't. Either way, Logan got beer.