[ Against what Will would profess he prefers, he's watching Logan keenly. And at his word choice — it's just the choice of words, not the topic — his own expression splits open to allow a brief smile. A humorless, silent syllable of laughter. His teeth flash and then are hidden again behind the thoughtful swallow and frown that follows. ]

Well, I'm good at— understanding things. [ Too good, he thinks but doesn't say. The unspoken part effects his expression, though, gives it a shiver of something almost regretful. Almost shy.

He sighs. ] Maybe the only good thing about being here will end up being the fact that no one will have time for that. At least at first. [ His optimism is really more like delayed pessimism, sorry. But he's sincere, and he doesn't bristle like he's taken when Logan said personally. Will's not attached to his title the way he's attached to what he actually does. ]