(locked - 10/12)

Normal. Conventional, ordinary, standard… All words that could have been used to describe Logan’s week since his little tree mishap on Monday. In fact, things had been so normal, that it was almost suspicious. There had been walks in the rain by himself, hot meals cooked in the compound, showers taken and books read. He’d spent his mornings wishing for sunshine and surf, evenings playing guitar with Joe when he could, and the space between keeping out of people’s way and off the radar.

( Normal. Just… normal stuff. )