"Crossing'll be deserted. Bus'll come to a complete stop. It should be easy in, easy out. What's that?"
Max glared at Alec. "It's nothing,"
"Poetry," Alec corrected.
Max's glare deepened. "It's nothing! Stay with What's-his-name and we'll do the rest,"
Logan glanced over his shoulder at their captive, who was trying to work his blindfold out of his mouth.
"So what's his name?" he asked.
Max and Alec replied at the same time: "Brain,"
"Brian,"
They exchanged a look and headed for the door. Logan frowned.
"Be careful," he called out. Alec chuckled as he ruffled Brain/Brian's hair.
"'Be careful,' that cost him,"
Max kept walking. "I'll do this alone if I have to,"
Logan's thoughts were interrupted by his strange prisoner sighing.
"What is it now?" he asked.
"I just calculated the probability of them sleeping together by the end of the week," Brain replied.
Logan stared at him, dumbfounded. Eventually he mustered the control to ask,
"And it was,"
Brain sighed again. "94.6%,"
Logan removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead, about to turn away, but Brain wasn't done.
"The other 5.4% is because I'm not entirely positive you didn't sleep with the blonde,"
Logan choked. "So what you're saying is, if I'd slept with Asha, Max and Alec wouldn't… be getting together,"
"No, if you'd slept with Asha it would've taken them a bit longer, 'coz Max would have had to go through the motions of being angry with you first. The chance of them getting together is, well, total, unless they die tonight,"
Logan turned away.
"You see what I want to know is," Brain told him. "Why couldn't you have just slept with her, just once? For my sake if not yours,"
Logan just glared.