[ It'd be so, so, so easy to call Logan out on being a hypocrite, and fuck, oh my god, the tasty, savory, delectable if-I-can-get-prescribed-something-than-why-can't-you?-flavored morsel is sitting right on the tip of his tongue, but... well, Stiles isn't really in the mood to be a dick anymore. ]

I'll find someone. I need adderall, too. I was already planning on combing through town for a pharmacy when we got back.

[ He shrugs. He's not saying it so directly, but Stiles is trying to subtly make it clear that he's got this handled and he'll take care of it himself - the last thing he wants is for Logan to feel like he has to babysit him if he genuinely feels like Stiles is a burden. Nothing's quite as big of a burden as a sick dependent, so. That's not really what Stiles wants to be. ]

Sorry about your... father figure.

[ Stiles winces a little as he says it, just because awkward, clumsy apologies were the one thing he wanted to avoid when he dropped this on Logan, but here he is, giving one back. He's sorry about that, too. ]