Logan was in his room, typing away at a laptop. It had to be at least near 4 am by this time. As another side to Thomas, you felt restless, and wandered into Logan's room, to see him stressing out over something on a laptop, pulling at his hair, and muttering something.

Curiously, you walked over to him, just to see what was wrong. In response he wouldn't tell you, his feelings and stress already getting the most of him, and he yelled at you, which made you flinch a little bit, but you shrugged it off.

Upon seeing you flinch, Logan realized he lashed out at you. He threw his hands over his face and groaned, mad at himself. "Hey. I-i'm sorry. I uh, didn't mean to yell at you." He sighed, feeling bad. "How can I make it up to you?" He asked gently, he wasn't used to this feeling. He glanced at the time, which made his eyes soften. He closed his laptop and just waited for your answer. At least it was just you two, and the other sides weren't here to interrupt.