A soft knock on the door went almost unnoticed in the face of the noise on the television. Luckily, transgenic hearing could distinguish between real life and television and the knock was heard.
With a muffled curse, one of the occupants of the couch disentangled himself from the blankets, grabbed a last handful of popcorn, and stood up to answer the door.
The knock was just starting to repeat itself, when the door swung open and Alec gruffly demanded, "Whaddya want?"
Stunned in the presence of possibly the most expressive that Logan had ever seen Alec, he lowered his hand and motioned to the bag he was carrying. "Umm… I was wondering if we could have a word?"
Rolling his eyes and eating a few more cornels of popcorn, Alec nodded, "Yeah, come on in. We were just watching some pre-pulse TV," and Alec stepped aside from the door, waiting until Logan stepped through and then promptly closing it with a bang.
Logan took a few steps inside and noted that the television was indeed on some pre-pulse reruns. There was a shift on the couch and the blankets moved, revealing a slightly frumpy Max, who yawned and inquired, "Alec is this shit still on? How long exactly is a Jerry Springer marathon?"
Shrugging, Alec locked the door firmly and moved around Logan and in front of Max to shut off the television, ignoring her startled complaint. "I dunno, till they find something worse to rerun?" stealthily, he moved to grab the ancient looking bag of popcorn, but Max yanked it away from him. Sighing, Alec announced, "Logan's here to complain about his room."
That got Max's attention enough for her to release her iron hold on the delicate popcorn bag, which Alec quickly swiped. She paused only for a second to glare at him before turning towards Logan and offering an apologetic smile, "It was all Alec's idea."
This time it was Alec's turn to complain, before Logan could even get a word in. "Hey!"
Suitably confused as hell, Logan interrupted the bickering transgenics by dropping the bag containing his blankets with a loud thump. When they both turned wide-eyed expressions on him, he began his diatribe. After all, he hadn't trekked all the way to Alec's apartment just to stand around like an out-of-place lamp. He'd come to be a talking lamp. "Would one of you please explain what happened in my room, and why exactly I need to burn all my bedding?"
Ever ready to start in on Logan's flaws, Alec began, "Well, first, there's the coloring. I mean, pastels? Please, I'm pretty sure that nobody's stooped to that in our combined lifetimes…"
Having stood up fluidly and silently, as Alec had began his rant, Max now stood next to him and smoothly elbowed him in the side. Hard. "Alec, shut up."
Rubbing his side and resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at Max, instead Alec settled for pouting ever so slightly. "What? He asked!"
"Oh yeah, that's the mature response." A patented roll of the eyes, "Didn't Manticore put any grown-up genes in there?"
Seeing another argument fast brewing, Logan decided now was the time to add his own two cents. "And that inappropriate note in my room was also such a stunning example of maturity," for added emphasis, he reached into his coat pocked and removed said note, waving it at the two transgenics.
"Look, nothing happened, and it was stupid and we're sorry." Max tried her best to be sincere and Logan looked to be buying it.
Recognizing that this was as close as he was going to get to… anything, Logan nodded and backed towards the door. He stopped briefly to pick up his bag of laundry, "Right, so now that we're done insulting my taste in blankets, I'm going to leave. I'll thank you both to stay out of my room in future, as this is the second time you have caused chaos in it."
That said, Logan beat a hasty retreat before his brain imploded from the arguing and Flirting? transgenics. He did not want to think about the implications of Max napping through some stupid television show at Alec's apartment.
As soon as the door shut behind Logan, Max rather unexpectedly turned on Alec. "God! This is all your fault," she grabbed a handy pillow and tossed it at his head. "Jackass."
"My fault," Alec exclaimed incredulously, "my fault?! I'll have you know that this is all Logan's fault. We were having a good time, and then he comes and you're throwing things at my head!"
During this newest argument, they'd inched closer to one another. Max yanked the popcorn back from Alec and flopped down on the couch, snuggling into the blankets.
Alec just stared at her in disbelief.
Rolling her eyes, Max nodded back towards the television, "Are we going to finish this," she glanced at the clock, "eighty-six hour marathon or not?" She motioned to the television, "Oh, and turn it back on sometime between brooding and sitting the hell down, okay?" She smiled sweetly.
"Sometimes I really don't get you."