Logan's reply to Karr's apology was a long suffering groan. "Forget it," he added. He wasn't about to try to explain to the kid just how many ways his earlier comment was wrong. He only had to think of himself at that age, and how well it would have gone over if anyone had tried to tell him better about anything and everything. He nearly groaned again. Perhaps not having been a part of Karr's life had saved him from an aneurysm. At least the kid's yelp had been somewhat satisfying.
"Glove box," Logan said, indicating there were cigarettes there. He would wait until Karr got one, ready with his lighter in hand, and would also wait until Karr took a draught or two before thwapping him up the side of the head. "That's for being an idjit."