[I’d meant to give the Lyft driver @IsolatedDream’s address, but it seemed in my swiftness to punch in the information on my phone that we were heading to my place instead. You’d never slept over at my house, and I wasn’t necessarily fond of the idea of a sleepover that (c)

~arrives at @DeviantArms’ house ready for our yoga session, when there’s no answer, I let myself in. Quiet.... too quiet. Calling out....~ Logan? ~locking door behind me and hopping up the stairs.... finding you asleep, not looking too great~ Uh oh.