“hey, what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is also mine, you should know that by now bro,” he chuckled, taking the tin back from him. “when was the last time we caused some trouble together? we need to do that shit, been a while since i had some real fun. start with getting high and see what happens.”
“did that make sense?? i don’t even know if it did. so, whatever,” he said with a slight roll of his eyes, sighing as he played with a few pebbles and tossed them across the street. it would be easy to say that logan had a lot on his mind, so being with his brother did help. “i don’t even know, probably that one time we were tryna sell at that college frat house and everything went to shit and go busted. we climbed out the window and i fuckin’ busted my ankle.” logan took the box and pulled out one of the rolled joint, trying not to laugh, “terrible fuckin’ roll, noah, c’mon i thought i taught you better.” he sparked it up before taking a long few drags, then handing it over to his brother, “yanno, one of these days we gotta go see pops, you know that right?”