I don't know. [ He chuckles, thumb lightly swiping at the moisture on his pop bottle. ] More of the same?

's weird. I'm figuring a syllabus out for the next semester, and... [ Shaking his head, the chuckle turns into an actual, audible ha. ] It's so normal.

[ He knows, though, that once all this disappears -- as good things tend to from his life -- he'll miss it. And he knows that he's taking it for granted, as he always tends to the moments of sweet solace in his life.

Logan takes another gulp of pop. ]

It still feels like a fucking fever dream, but.

Least it's mine, huh?