it was one of the rarer days that logan actually woke up late. nearly noon by the time he strolled into the kitchen, a frown across his face as he slowly moved to make himself coffee. coffee that would always be black in nature. leaned against the counter, head watching as the liquid slowly filled the coffee pot, his head gently turned.
“ what? “ he questioned his voice rougher then it usually was. brows furrowed as he slowly turned around, the smell of coffee starting to curl around the room. “ want some? “