[ it's hard to miss what logan's thinking here. stiles narrows his eyes slowly, watching logan, waiting to see if he's gonna make any sudden moves - but that doesn't happen, thankfully, so lil jamie's gonna live another day. he exhales, rolling his neck and his shoulders, looking away. ]

Oh, right. Forgot I was doing that. Hold on -

[ stiles stands, makes his way to the bedroom he hasn't even touched since taking this apartment over, and after poking his way through drawers and rummaging through the stashes he's been building, he finds what he's looking for. it's not much, but he did actually manage to get his hands on a few cigars, and when he brings them back, he's nursing them in his hands without actually giving them over. he looks kind of anxious, but - again, maybe it's just the sleep deprivation. ]

... You're not gonna talk to me about your illness even if I ask, right?