Logan made his way over to Kurt’s dorm an hour or so after taking his medication. As he crossed the dorm, his sketch book in hand so that he could show the soprano what was going on in his head, he wiped a hand over his cheeks gently, brushing away tears he hadn’t realized had fallen. He sighed quietly as he reached Windsor, opening the door to the dorm and letting himself in, up to Evan’s room without a word.
When he got there, Logan knocked on the door lightly, waiting for an answer from the soprano before opening the door, waving a hand to let him know he was entering. “Hey,” he said quietly as he stepped inside.