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Oh, right. So you get to jump down my throat but I'm not allowed to jump down yours.

[Logan feels a bit better now that he knows Stiles is a dirty hypocrite - curbs some of the barbs on him as he stares across the table at Stiles and cocks a brow. Just one little brow raise to say hypocrite before Logan's lounging back again and having a smoke. There are a few avenues he could drift into here...]

The guy I was talking about, he's not from my timeline. So the fact he doesn't survive it doesn't really matter. Would you want to know your alternate universe self dies? No point.

[So it's different, he wants to say.]

What do you have to tell him?

[ Oh, cool, we're factoring alternate universes into the mix? Stiles kind of freezes up when Logan drops that on him, staring in silence for a second or two while he rapidly catalogues that new information to memory. Shiny new existential crisis to poke at later when he's alone with his problems. Always love getting those.

Still, Logan's acting more and more relaxed, and that's putting Stiles at ease, too. At ease enough to make him open up a little, when ten minutes ago, or maybe even five, he would've just kept making jokes and lobbing insults and blowing everything off. ]

Oh, man. Where do I start? Skyfall just came out for me, so I've gotta tell him how good it is. I don't know if he's a big James Bond fan, but - Daniel Craig, am I right? Amazing casting. Solid acting in all three of his films.

[ He needs to warn Derek about deaths to come, about the loss he'll deal with. About the woman he's seeing, about how she can't be trusted - there's a laundry list of tragedies to bring up, and Stiles is just... yeah. Struggling.

But again - Logan's getting him to open up a little, so... ]

No, uh - I've just lived through some things that he'll wanna change, if he has the foresight. That's all. And...

[ A pause. Stiles runs his hands together, dropping both feet to the floor and hunching over, elbows on his knees. He looks at Logan like he's not sure if he wants him to say anything, or - if he wants him to just keep quiet, but - either way, he forges ahead. ]

Uh - I'm sick, so. I need to tell him that, just 'cause it's not something I'm gonna be able to hide while I'm here. Don't want to freak him out if he finds me at my worst and doesn't see it coming.

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What kind of sick?

[Logan's not about to get preachy with it because then he'd be a startling hypocrite but... well, Stiles is young. Far younger than Logan, who's really at the end of his nearly two hundred year old rope. If there's something to be done for the kid, through medicine or other treatment - he's going to want to look into that while neglecting it for himself.

His eyes are a little more keen, looking Stiles over. Like he's trying to pick it apart, even though he can't. Even if he had his senses, he doesn't really know that there'd be much to pick up on in terms of the scent of sickness.]

[ That's what Logan's honing in on? Not on his cool Skyfall commentary? Stiles twists his mouth to the side like he really would've liked to rank all his favorite Bond films, but fine, whatever. ]

Uh, it's called...

[ There's a bit of a rasp to his voice now, like it's difficult to get this out, but he's not-- upset, he's just kind of dealing with a lump in his throat while he puts this into words for someone other than Scott. He scratches his eyebrow with his thumb while he talks, keeping casual. ]

Uh - frontotemporal dementia. Same thing that killed my mom. It's the only kind of dementia that can hit teenagers. Your brain, uh...

[ Stiles frowns, dropping his hands, leg starting to bounce. He was gonna go into detail, really break down the symptoms and the science of what he's going through, but he's not sure that would comfort Logan the way he can trick himself into pretending it comforts him. Stiles just kinda gestures with his hands, bringing them together - indicating shrinking. ]

I was getting an MRI when they got me here. Brain's already started to atrophy, so. I kinda struggle with reading, sleeping, retaining information, things like that. Still early days, but I figure it's something he's gotta know about.

[Logan's quiet for a long moment after that, exhaling an upward plume of smoke as the word dementia dances through his head. It's rather unfair, the idea of a kid like this dealing with something so sudden and all consuming. And it reminds Logan of Charles like a bullet to the chest, sobering him from any levity and making him solemn and quiet as he sits forward again to rest his elbows on his legs.]

There are medications for dementia. Aricept, Gala... Gala-whatever.

[He snaps his fingers, but the word doesn't come to him, ironically. There were a lot of medications that for a time, helped Charles but nothing consistent. Nothing permanent. Nothing so accessible that it was a real option, aside from the shots they gave him to mellow him out. And that was only to keep him from killing everyone around him.]

Were you on any of those?

Galantamine...?

[ Stiles isn't exactly taken aback by Logan almost successfully namedropping alzheimer's medication - he looks old enough to have lived through a parental death or two - but he's pretty relieved that this is his reaction. Better than a bunch of awkward apologies or guilty pity.

Still - he shakes his head. ]

No - I only just got diagnosed. We haven't had time to talk options.

[ He literally showed up here in his hospital gown, so. Yeah. Still - for someone so early on in this process, Stiles is talking like he knew his diagnosis was coming. Kind of hard to miss the signs when you've already lived through them once. ]

Yeah, that's the shit.

[He makes a grunting noise as he mulls it over, looking at Stiles' face again as if he is trying to see into his head. It's not really anything Logan's going to be able to help with, but it is something he's got a slight bit of experience with. Charles went through a lot and it was magnified due to the state of his mutation - the effects he had on the world around him made him so, so dangerous. This is different, he again falsely assumes, because Stiles can't really hurt anyone like this. But he could potentially hurt himself.]

Recently lost a father figure... so I know the doses, if we were to find anything like it. People've been talking about a city they were in before, some version of Maine. If we get back there, through riding the fucking Hindenburg or whatever...

[Sorry, Titanic salt. Everything here is ridiculous.]

There's gotta be someone who can check you out. Prescribe something.

[ 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. ]

[The last thing Logan really wants is another tether, true. Laura's a handful and Stiles, without the medical aspect, is one too. But he's not going to just walk away from this kid, especially not now that he knows he needs more help than most people might be able to give him. Feels like another dose of penance in the same breath, however. Another long haul that's bound to end poorly, with Logan somehow dragging through.

He makes a curt nod with reference to Charles, looking away as he rubs at his beard. Hasn't been a lot of time to reflect on losing Charles, and he doesn't want to start digging that well either.]

Sorry about your mom.

[ Ah, he doesn't wanna do this. He's opened up enough. There's only so much Stiles can throw on someone before he starts feeling like some itchy, hivey mess, and they definitely reached that point the second Logan threw a sorry his way. Stiles just scoffs and waves the sympathy away, not really wanting to dwell. ]

Sorry about your mom. All those jokes people make about her.

[ Must've been hard growing up the son of the woman all those your mom jokes are really about. ]

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[Logan just stares - silent and his usual moody self, even without the pain and aches.]

I should probably head out.

[ Right, okay, Stiles deserved that. A part of him wants to ask Logan to hang out for a little while longer, but another part of him is pretty drained by what they've talked about already, and sending him out now that there's an opportunity feels infinitely better than sending him out later with a cheery sure, okay, let me know if you find any cures for dementia out there, catch ya on the flip side.

So - Stiles stands, makes like a good host. He offers a hand to Logan in case he, like, needs it to get up. ]

I'll see you around? Don't be a stranger, okay? And - uh - tell me if that kid feels better.

[Logan looks at Stiles' hand, then looks up at Stiles' face and - well, the point of no thanks gets across non verbally. If not, Logan'll slap it away before getting up on his own, thank you very much. He'll grab his bag, checking that everything is stored away, and then cracks his neck to the side with... a particularly audible little crunch.]

I'll keep you posted. Thanks, kid.

[And so he'll - depart, if there's not anything else to say.]

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