[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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I'll keep you posted. Thanks, kid.
[And so he'll - depart, if there's not anything else to say.]