"Nope." Logan replied, rather bluntly and matter-of-fact.
So maybe Logan was the kind of guy that therapists paid good money not to have to see every week, but at least he was being honest about it -- kind of anyway. At least he was being pretty frank about his lack of interest in talking about the, likely very confusing, thing he had just done. She might not have remembered Logan, but that didn't matter. This was the only way he knew how to be, at least with anyone on the small list of people he gave a shit about.
"We're going to watch things about Sharks. Which is good, 'cause I like Sharks. And I'm not even gonna smoke or drink." Which probably bordered somewhere in the realm of 'nicest thing I will probably ever do', but Logan didn't care. He'd spent a good hour, justifying how this had nothing to do with her and everything with him.
Besides, Parker wasn't here, and Barton had Barton and Barton to worry about. Kitty was mostly fine, despite her current love interest, and Laura was probably as fine as she could be. Besides, she knew Logan was only a phone call away. So, that meant everyone was okay. Well, except maybe Logan, who spent about an hour pacing around his room wondering just how he could go about with his current plan, and not seem like he was being completely out of place.
"I heard a rumor about Dog Cops kickin' around here somewhere, but figured I'd save you the thing most people consider torture. Call it a Valentines day present." Which the flowers most decidedly were not. Not at all. Not from him, at any rate. Besides, he'd already said he wouldn't be talking about that.
"So." Logan began, when Carol had finally finished with the flowers. "Sharks huh? You realize this is a set-up for a really bad joke that gets me punched through a wall, right?"
Because even when he was being nice, and bordering on 'sweet', deep down? Logan was still an ass. He just figured it was how people liked him.