emo Logan is emo - OTA, nudge Dom
Logan hadn't been avoiding people - at least, not more than usual - but he'd still stayed out of the mess hall at anything resembling usual eating hours. He didn't spend much time in the rec room, or in any other public area for that matter (unless you counted the not-so-great outdoors), but he had a good chance of running into Dom in the mess hall, and he didn't want to. Victor needed to shut up; Logan wasn't a coward. But he'd been hurt enough to last him a while, and he didn't care to rub salt in his wounds.
Finding some left-over food, Logan began throwing it together, turning it into a sort of monster sandwich. So what if he wasn't known for his refined taste? He ate because he had to, and because he was hungry; not to get an amazing taste experience. This was even more true than usual, now that he was so damn depressed, and nothing really interested him. Quantity over quality. A sandwich with venison, potatoes, something that was supposed to be chicken, and cheese was perfectly good food.
Finding some left-over food, Logan began throwing it together, turning it into a sort of monster sandwich. So what if he wasn't known for his refined taste? He ate because he had to, and because he was hungry; not to get an amazing taste experience. This was even more true than usual, now that he was so damn depressed, and nothing really interested him. Quantity over quality. A sandwich with venison, potatoes, something that was supposed to be chicken, and cheese was perfectly good food.