that was one sure way to get devon's head to short-circuit. briefly. his heart skipped a whole beat because that question? totally unexpected. not from logan. his grin came a second later, slower than usual, but twice as bright. "yeah?" was said, almost as a confirmation that he didn't just dream this whole conversation up. brown eyes narrowed playfully as he regarded his friend, mischief mixed into his gaze. the idea of logan having him on his mind all day wasn’t something he had ever really considered. but now that he had, the realization sent a bit of heat to his cheeks. "well, look at you, getting all sweet on me," he teased, inwardly noting the nervous energy warring with the bravery it must have taken to say that. he'd appreciated the honesty, as innocent or genuine it may be.
the truth was, devon had been thinking about logan too. all damn day. he couldn’t admit that, though. not just yet. that would mean handing something over. control. vulnerability. he didn’t know how to do that without making a mess of it, but he could flirt. that he could offer. "now, don't leave me hangin'," the guitarist urged, brimming with sudden, overwhelming interest. "tell me what you were thinkin'." he leaned back, relaxed in his seat on the sofa, playing it cool on the surface. "was it rated pg?" he nudged logan’s leg with his own, a light brush. playful, claiming. "i’m just sayin’, if i’m taking up that much brain space, i feel like i should at least get to know what's happening in the ol' noggin," devon continued with a laugh in his throat.