Logan Sanders. Logic, mainly. A side of Thomas that was often ignored by the others and one who really just wanted his knowledge to help the group. He sits on the bed, leaning back against a pillow and the headboard as he looks at his work for Thomas.

He has one hand typing away as he proof reads it, the other limp at his side with his fingers entwined with yours. He didn’t condone touching very often as it wasn’t logical to go around grabbing a everyone but he liked this.

Thomas was dating you, and that meant Logan liked you too so spending this time with you meant everything to him. He had developed a rotation so you could have time with him on a Monday, that he loved.