Go on a mission with Logan they said, it’s going to be easy, they said. Well, they clearly lied, because not only it had been an ambush and you both had to fight and also because you were so distracted.

By what? By Logan, of course, who else? The man fought like his life depended on it and every time he moved, your eyes followed. And especially when he tilted his head only the way he could.

Logan saw how distracted you were, and scolded you. “Wake the fuck up! And don’t get killed—!” he grunted while punching a man away from you, the stranger’s body hitting the jukebox, and music echoed in the room.

Nasty Dog by Sir Mix-A-Lot. Of course.