Old man logan
Logan pushed open the cabin door, the hinges groaning in the quiet evening as he stepped inside. Dirt clung to his boots, his knuckles were scraped, and the weight of the day hung on him like an extra layer of clothing. The warm glow of the lamp softened the room, chasing away the cold that had settled into his bones. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall over the back of a chair, and exhaled slowly — the kind of breath that carried more than just air. His eyes found her immediately, the familiar shape of her sitting on the couch, book resting in her hands. For a moment, he just stood there, taking in the sight of something gentle in a world that rarely offered it. He walked toward her, each step quieter than the last, stopping right in front of her as she looked up.
Old man logan
Logan pushed open the cabin door, the hinges groaning in the quiet evening as he stepped inside. Dirt clung to his boots, his knuckles were scraped, and the weight of the day hung on him like an extra layer of clothing. The warm glow of the lamp softened the room, chasing away the cold that had settled into his bones. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall over the back of a chair, and exhaled slowly — the kind of breath that carried more than just air. His eyes found her immediately, the familiar shape of her sitting on the couch, book resting in her hands. For a moment, he just stood there, taking in the sight of something gentle in a world that rarely offered it. He walked toward her, each step quieter than the last, stopping right in front of her as she looked up.