Ever since Logan had been held captive by the federation, he’d had an odd, spooky little cellmate. God he loved you. You were so playful with him.

Yes, you might’ve been turned into half roach half man from intense experiments over the years but you were Logan’s now.

His little messed up roach man.

When the Ghosts finally rescued him they were creeped out by you especially seeing how naturally damp you were but if Logan loved you, they’d tolerate you.

“So uh, he got a name?” Keegan asked Logan as he tried to calm you down on the chopper clearly not liking flight.