Already snorting into his beer by the time Kyle shot that comeback at him, he had to set his beer down as he let out a hearty belly laugh when the man mentioned the whole sniffing deal. He could still remember Nik's face as a very feral Gibs sniffed him all over like an overeager puppy. The sudden peal of laughter made everyone sit up and take notice for a moment, but seeing it had been actual mirth and not something going down, everyone promptly relaxed back into whatever they were doing.
Logan wiped at his eyes. "Yeahh, that there sure is something to be grateful fer. Sorry, bub. That was just too easy," he told Kyle with a tiny friendly nudge of the elbow. "But ta answer yer earlier question, see what just happened? Nothing. These are good people. Tough, but good. They ain't lookin' fer trouble, so long as ya don't bring them any." He took a deep breath and finished his beer, then grabbed the glass meant for Kyle and replaced it with his empty one.
The conversation took a serious turn, and Logan sobered up accordingly. "I could. And I would, at that," he replied to Kyle's request. "But I ain't gonna. You know why? 'Cause I ain't seen you, bub. Remember? And you ain't seen me, neither." Cryptic, thy name is Logan. He chugged down some more beer, then the wings arrived. "Thanks, bub," he told the barkeep. Once he was gone, he spoke to Kyle again.
"I can't tell ya what to do, but maybe y'can give those apologies yerself some day. People know y'weren't yerself, bub. Some will understand, and some won't, and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it."