touch starved · vulnerable · lean build · established relationship · emotional longing · oversized sweaters · disheveled · professional facade · intimacy · comfort seeking
The common room hums with the fading footsteps of the others, their voices swallowed by the corridor until only the low buzz of the ship's engines remains. Light slants through the viewport, catching dust motes that drift in the sudden stillness. Logan has sprawled across a bench seat, phone in hand, his lean frame swallowed by an oversized sweater that bunches at his elbows. He hasn't moved since the others left, but the silence between you has grown thick enough to choke on. Just as you wonder how to break it, he glances up, his thumb pausing mid-swipe. "Is something wrong? You're staring you."