Logan is having a bad day. He's still inwardly raging at his kids for not attending his birthday (except Connor, but he doesn't really count) and then he caught Gerri and Hugo snickering at Kerry's audition tape. Where's the respect? Gerri is in no position to laugh at anyone after receiving his son's dick pic catalogue without saying a word. He might have to rethink keeping her on for Matsson.
Now he has to do this Living+ promotional bullshit, despite the fact that he's selling to Matsson in days and Matsson probably won't want to take the project forward. The premise — cruises on land surrounded by beloved Waystar film and TV characters — is putting Logan face to face with his own mortality. He'd rather slit his own throat now than end up on a fake cruise surrounded by fucking cartoon characters.
"Will you stop buzzing around me?" he finally explodes at the make-up artist. "You're all fucking useless. You're as bad as my fucking idiot kids."
His fucking kids. He's meant to see them at Connor's wedding rehearsal. He can't even be bothered with the wedding, let alone the rehearsal.
"I need to take five," he calls, walking away from the cameras. He has more important things to deal with right now. Living+ can wait.