It's cool, seriously. My dad's a cop and my balls are impenetrable. I know how to handle a gun.

[ in theory. he knows that the safety's on and he knows that even though the gun is very, very much loaded, he's going to do anything he can to avoid firing it, so that, in stiles' mind, puts him way ahead of the bell curve when it comes to gun owners showing responsibility. regardless, logan takes a seat just as stiles has finished packing everything up, and when he realizes he's gonna stay for a while instead of just leave, well - he doesn't smile, but he doesn't not smile.

logan asks about the bug and stiles snaps his fingers and points with both hands to an incredibly sturdy looking ammunition box by the kitchen sink, where a large, thick padlock and a shit ton of tape are keeping the bug sealed away in the dark. it's kind of overkill, but... better safe than sorry. ]

I know it seems quiet, but it's not sleeping. If you get close to the box it starts freaking out and trying to escape. I think it can, like, smell you through the metal, or something.

[ shrug. ]

Why are you breaking into apartments? Cigar hunting?