“Nothing’s wrong,” Logan answered you plainly again, his voice the same tone it’s been since he got home. He stands in the bathroom, in front of the mirror finishing his nighttime routine while you watch him from the bed.

He’s been so quiet recently, always immediately heading to bed when he gets home from work and skipping dinner. And no matter how much you try to pry, he keeps his stoic demeanor.

Until tonight. Logan glanced over at you again, your silence deafening and unbelieving of his words. He’s been able to keep you at bay but he can tell you’re fed up.

He sighed and made his way to the bed, his head immediately falling into your lap with a sigh. “Work’s been hard.” He admitted, his voice muffled against your thigh.