Logan laughed, not because he was already counting his blessing but because he was certain that, by the end of the week, their friendship would be tested. He knew Oliver enough to know he liked things done a certain way, on his own terms, and although he could challenge that in the outside world, here, this was the warlock’s playground and he made the rules. If anything, it was a good good thing that Logan knew how to take an order, even more so when peoples’ lives were at risk. It made no difference if it was a captain or Oliver, or if lives were in danger because of threats and war or a mistake at the lab, he would rather do as he was told than have to deal with casualties of his own carelessness. “It’s not that I can’t go days without food but, the longer that happens, the worst my mood gets. I could use that hanger in my favor on my line of work before, perhaps it’s wise if I don’t push it now so, lunch at four in the afternoon will be your alone-time, man.”
Stepping out of the door, Logan tapped his now boss’ shoulders in a friendly, I-Got-You manner, although he did feel like the new cool kid who got access to the in-crowd even if it was just coffee. “I went there this morning. I was told to go pick it up before leaving today because they still had to grant me access and set the card, but I got my cute, slightly awkward, should I smile? ID photo taken already.” He still watched carefully as Oliver worked his own card, nodding as he went on about the floors. There was a lot to take in but it helped he was good with details. Unlike many people, he didn’t need to be told things over and over again to grasp a concept. “Everything’s good, actually. A whole lot better than the last time we talked, to be honest. I should knock on wood or something.” He said, trying to find any in the elevator. Finally things were on track, with his father, with his custody case, with his marriage. It was inevitable for him to think something would go wrong soon. He wasn’t that much of a lucky guy. “Your car or mine? I left the bike today. You’re probably tired.” Logan offered as they stepped out of the elevator.
Oliver chuckled, too, shaking his head. “It’s alright. I’m more than used to eating all by myself anyway. I wouldn’t force anyone to have lunch at 4pm with me, man.” He moved towards the elevator and swiped his ID to call it, before stepping in and explaining how the elevators worked at their department. He heard Logan talking about how he had been to the HR department already to get his ID card and the older man nodded as the werewolf kept talking. He didn’t mind it--the conversation, the small talk. He was just too tired to focus too much on one topic. “I’m glad things are better for you, Logan.” He offered his friend a smile, shoving his hands into his jacket’s pockets. “How’s your dad doing? Any news on his post-op recovery?” He knew about Logan’s dad going into surgery, but since they had last spoken, he hadn’t heard much on the other man. “Your car should be fine.” He was tired, but Oliver was just not in the mood to drive that afternoon. He followed Logan to his car, arching one brow when he saw the vehicle. “The mrs. let you drive her car?” Ollie asked, recognizing Sam’s black SUV. “I’m assuming things are better between you two?”
