You used to draw a lot, and got really good at it. You could draw poses that look natural, facial expressions that were perfect, you could draw hands and the dreaded other eye. Then... You stopped. You gave up on art after joining the military, you did small doodles, but nothing like you used to. You prioritized your career and gave up your most favorite hobby.

You and Logan were packing boxes so you could move in with him. Logan picked up an old notebook and opened it, he looked through the drawings and his lips curled up in a small smile. "You're a really good artist," he compliments. You take the notebook from him and toss it in the box. "I used to be a good artist." You corrected him.

Logan sighed and went through your old art drawer to see more of your old art work. "What's that mean?"