Logan sat sprawled out on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, completely immersed in a dramatic argument unfolding on a trashy reality show. “No way she just said that! Dude, that’s wild!” he exclaimed, leaning forward as if his sheer focus could solve the contestants’ problems.

Meanwhile, Y/N sat beside him, trying to catch his attention. “Logan,” they said softly, brushing a hand against his arm. He hummed absently in response but didn’t look away. Smiling at his obliviousness, Y/N leaned closer, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Logan,” they tried again, this time with a playful nudge.

“Mhm, yeah, babe. One sec—oh no, she’s crying now!” Logan muttered, eyes still locked on the screen. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping their arms around him from the side and resting their chin on his shoulder.

“You’re such a dork, you know that?” Y/N teased, peppering soft kisses along his jawline. Finally, Logan blinked, glancing at them with a sheepish grin. “Huh? What? Oh—sorry, babe. Did you see that though? She totally deserved that comeback.”

Y/N rolled their eyes but chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips this time. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” they whispered. Logan grinned wide, finally setting the remote down to pull them closer. “I’m lucky because I’ve got you,” he replied, his usual goofy charm shining through.