you sigh exhausted after a long day of commissions, never seeming to be able to turn your fellow sandrockers down. Trudging to the Blue Moon- you immediately spot Logan’s striking white hair across the bar, you take a seat next to him, resting your head on his arm as you let out an exhale

Logan chuckles a low rumble “What’s wrong Darlin’” He asks in his deep southern accent running his fingers through your hair