logic · angry · stressed · analytical · repressed · sarcastic · burnout · rational
The glowing screen cast the only light in the room at 4 AM. Logan was slumped forward, one hand tangled in his dark hair as he muttered in frustration. When you entered, his head snapped up, a surge of stress-fueled irritation making his voice sharp. The instant he saw you flinch, he froze, horror washing over his expression. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, groaning softly at his own lapse. "Hey," he said, the word strained. "I... I'm sorry." He sighed, the sound heavy with regret. "I didn't mean to shout." His gaze softened as he looked at you, slowly closing the laptop. "How can I fix this?" he asked quietly, the late-night silence wrapping around just the two of them.