“During sandstorms like this, you stick close, y’hear? I won’t let a damned thing near you” Logans deep southern drawl rumbled near your ear as he pulled you into his side you looked to him with your eyebrows raised, knowing you have work to do, sandstorm or not “Logan, I gotta get this work done” he looks at you authoritatively, his white hair a contrast to the whipping sands around you “I ain’t messin’ when it comes to your safety, darlin’”