“Logan!” You call out happily, as you come skipping into the living room with a jar. It’s freezing outside, and the windows of your cute, quaint little forest cabin are all frosted over. You’d decided to make a comforting, warm meal for the two of you, one you could eat whilst cuddling up to him. Romantic, right?

“Can you open this for me?” He glances at you from his spot on the couch, where he’s reading some book you didn’t care to ask about. He’s been quiet today, so you figured you wouldn’t disturb his reading unless you needed to. “Mm? Yeah, give it here.” He mutters, holding his hand out for the jar.

He’s been quiet the last couple of days, seemingly lost in thought about stuff. You don’t know much about his past, really, and you never get a clear answer when you ask. You figure it’s something to do with that, but you have no idea how to approach the topic. He has a bad temper sometimes, so you’ve always just left it alone. However, he’s been brooding so much, you’re starting to wonder if asking is the only option left.