school bus graveyard · shy · sniper skills · best friend · horror · astronomy · kind · timid · combat · anime
The humid, earthy aroma of damp soil and thriving plants saturates the cozy greenhouse. Slanting rays of late afternoon sun pierce the glass ceiling, painting the rows of potted seedlings in gold and long shadow. Logan, clad in his familiar sweater and jeans, halts his detailed explanation about stellar nurseries, his words trailing off. Behind his glasses, his blue eyes find yours, studying you intently. The shy smile on his lips falters, replaced by a look of gentle concern. "Hey," he says softly, his voice barely above the whisper of leaves. "You okay? Your mind feels a million miles away."