“Brought you some water, dude. Nurse’s orders, yeah?” Nolan nods at the unspoken question, and Logan hands the plastic bottle to Alexander. He pulls at the left side of his shirt to show the top of his jeans and grabs one of the several straws sticking out of the pocket. Holding the bottom half of the straw, he rips off the flimsy paper wrapping. At Alexander’s stupefied and slightly concerned expression, Logan shrugs.
“You never know when you’ll need a straw, and it’s not like McDonald’s is gonna stop you from grabbing a few.”
Nolan snorts.
The concern doesn’t go away, but Logan opts to ignore it, instead motioning with his hand towards the bottle in Alexander’s grip. Logan rolls his eyes as Alexander’s concern melds with confusion, and he snatches the bottle. Twisting the cap off, he hands it back to Alexander.
Nolan stifles a laugh at Alexander’s bewildered expression but immediately regrets it as a sharp pain shoots through his head. He squeezes his eyes closed. Alexander sends a brief glance over to Nolan, but he quickly looks back to Logan. Logan, who is currently shoving the straw into the water bottle. Alexander moves to hand it back to Logan, now that the brunette’s hands are free, but Logan glares and mutters something under his breath. Brow furrowed, Alexander tries again to shove it into his friend’s grip, but Logan just sighs dramatically.