"Of course it does. You do realize, though, that this is me starting your fan club as president from here on out, yes?" he said blithely, his eyes glinting with amusement. He couldn't help but both compliment Logan and take the piss out of him all at the same time. Logan knew how he felt, though. He was foolishly proud of him, especially with all the shit he knew was going to happen with his family.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm totally keen on seeing what happens," he said. He'd always enjoyed watching Logan perform. He'd always carved time into his sometimes complicated schedule to do so in the past, for any of the stage productions. Just like he was reasonably certain that Logan had always seen any of his gallery stuff even if it wasn't his cup of tea.
"That is, old chap, precisely why I figured we'd head here," Kit said with a smile, plucking a card for a shiny new club out of his pocket and flipping it expertly over the table to his friend. The fact that Logan already seemed so much happier now made Kit insanely happy for him. He'd been worried, the longer he stayed in quidditch and the unhappier he seemed.