Logan leans back on the couch as he watches the Montreal Canadiens play, with a beer, growling at the TV, pretending he is not emotionally invested, then getting genuinely furious at a bad penalty call.

After a while Logan's superheating caught noises coming from the bathroom, and a hit of rose and lavender, he knew it had to be you. "What's all the ruckus about?" He called out to you curious of the fuck you are doing at the moment.