Maxim raised an eyebrow, not quite denying it as the flashbacks of his 'quality time' with Diana sneaked through his mind.
A smile touched his lips.
''Creepy,'' Logan's brows tugged together.
''You won't know,'' Maxim rolled his eyes, tucking a hand in his pocket.
"Trust me I don't want to know,'' Logan narrowed his eyes, ''I would never want to know how wrong it can get when a man starts daydreaming about a woman.''
Maxim paused, and then he nodded after a beat, ''That's sad,'' he patted Logan's shoulder, ''But I can wish you luck.''
A vein twitched on Logan's forehead.
''Are you coming? I heard that the patient is not in the right mood,'' Maxim had just walked past Logan when he paused and turned to look at him, waiting for his response.
Logan lowered his head but he did not turn to face Maxim, ''It has nothing to do with me.''
