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Oh, Logan

He's in the bar, looking far too pleased with himself. He ought to be wearing a button reading: "I'm a genius! Ask me how!" but alas, he is not.

One reason is the upcoming date with Hannah. A masterstroke of manipulation, dating the daughter of the fake witness against him. Plus, she is supercute.

The other? Logan has a hip flask. Full of whiskey. And he shares. Usually.

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"You look entirely too smug for anyone's good."

She has a habit of sneaking up. It's a thing.

"I'm trying to keep in practice," he says, after he's settled back into his chair. She made him jump. "I'd hate for people to think that I'm not an ass."

"Now that would be tragic," she replies, trying to sound serious. "Worlds might explode. The universe might..." she trails off theatrically, glancing towards the observation window.

"Too late."

"Obviously, I'm not able to keep it up," he says, sighing sadly. "I'm responsible for the deaths of millions of beings."

There is a full-out tragic pose struck. "Oh, the humanity!"

And then she can't help snickering. "So, what's with the cat that got the canary look?"

Logan produces the hip flask. "I am a genius," he says dramatically. "And able to not mooch off of everyone I know on a regular basis. Nice change, huh?"

"And so modest, too." She laughs. "Definitely a pleasant change, yes."

"I do my best. Want a nip?" he asks. "I do kinda owe you, after all."

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks, though."

"Okay," he says. "How are you?"

"Better than last time, definitely." There's a faint, apologetic smile at that. "You?"

"That's good to know," Logan says, smiling. "And things are looking up. I'm starting to think I might avoid a long prison sentence after all."

She raises an eyebrow at that. "...Prison sentence? What are you accused of?"

"Murder," Logan says tightly. "Cute, huh? It's fun to be under house arrest."

"That's bullshit." She might not always be able to spot a killer, but that's different from being unable to spot when someone isn't. "'Least they can't find you here."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure of that," he says. "Now I've just got to figure out who is, and how to prove it."

He nods, gives her a tight smile. "Yeah, it makes a nice change. Still have the ankle bracelet, though." He raises a pant leg and shows her. "Very sexy accessory, huh?"

"I suppose I really shouldn't volunteer to help in a prison break, if things go poorly?"

She seems rather serious.

Logan ponders. "Probably not, but I wouldn't turn down your help," he says. "I mean, it makes more sense than sending in a sibling with tattoos of the blueprints of the place. And Trina wouldn't do it anyway. I'll send you a coded message if that's needed, cool?"

"Tattoos...now that's just bizarre." She shakes her head. "Sounds like a plan."

"Yeah, it's a weird TV show in my world. Totally illogical and the whole plot is stupid, but somehow, in a bizarre way, it's cool. I've no idea. But yeah, tattoos. I'm sure you'd come up with a better plan though."

"Having experience breaking out of high-security facilities helps," is her sage response.

"And aren't I lucky that I know you?" Logan says, grinning. "You're kinda awesome."

"Yep!" Quite cheerfully. "You're not so bad yourself."

"I do what I can," he says, pretending modesty.

She laughs, and reaches over to ruffle his hair. "You're cute when you're feigning modesty."

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