Nolan’s glare is still fixated on the blond, mouth poised for an angry retort when Alexander stonily speaks up.
“I think that’s a perfect idea, Logan. Let’s go.” Nolan’s feeble attempts at protesting are stamped out when the brunette’s customary grin reappears. He looks away, trying to escape the blinding brightness of Logan’s smile. Turning his head only serves to make him face a still frustrated Alexander, to which Nolan immediately looks back to Logan. His head pounds at his sudden movements, and it’s really too much trouble to keep arguing at this point.
“All right!” Logan cheers. The hand on Alexander’s clenches into a fist and pumps into the air. “Ready, Nolan?”
Nolan nods glumly.
“Great!”
Alexander removes his hands from Nolan’s shoulders, who suddenly stumbles a bit at the loss of balance. Paling, his arm flails out. Alexander grabs the one flying dangerously close to him, and Logan reaches out for the other one, still clutching the laptop like a lifeline. Alexander pulls at the arm in his grip, and Nolan trips into him. Logan smugly grins, letting go of Nolan and swiftly snatching his laptop. Alexander grunts at the unfamiliar weight, glaring at Logan before directing it at Nolan. The dark-haired boy tries to shove himself to his feet, but Alexander hisses, “Don’t even think about it.”