Great. Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Jean was pregnant. Obviously Logan had no real reason to be upset, she wasn’t his girlfriend, it wasn’t his baby. But damn if it didn’t hurt. He knew it was wrong, being so obsessed with her when she had her heart set on Scott, but it didn’t feel wrong.

He was sat in the kitchen after hours, thankfully the older students were either in bed, at parties, or they’d ‘snuck out’ to go watch some adult movie, nursing a bottle of whiskey which he wished was as old as him, stewing in his own misery.

His ears perked up as he heard footsteps, and the smell hit him like a freight train. It was you, the irritating new recruit who’d stuck to his side like a limpet for weeks without saying a word. You reeked of warmth and honeysuckle, something far too comforting for him to get attached to.

”what is it bub?” He snapped “can’t you see I’m busy?” He took another swill from the bottle and placed it down rather harshly before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking up at you. “Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna drink?”