A/N: An exercise in dialogue-only writing. Kogan, per the usual. And now, I'm off to make sweet potato cupcakes with maple frosting. So there, I guess?
Product May Contain: Sugary gay love. If you do not wish to read such things, then don't read this fic. See how unbelievably simple that is? It's like magic.
Summary: Dialogue-only Kogan! Books! Geekery! Somebody gets called a jerkface! Scandal!
.jerkface.
"Logie, I-"
"Hand me that textbook?"
"Huh? Oh, um… here. So, anyway, I was trying to say-"
"Not this one, the other one."
"Which other one, Logan? You have about ninety here."
"The one with the picture of the microscope. Also, shut up."
"Nice, jerkface. I'm trying to tell you that I-"
"Kendall?"
"What?"
"I love you, too."