That familiar three digit number brought a bit of peace. A sigh would be emitted to reflect that and then the task was fishing keys out of the pocket of his work suit. A bit of change came tumbling out but Logan paid it no mind. After three tries at the door he managed to get into the lock and turn it, opening the door.
Tucking the keys away Logan swept into the apartment leaving the door open. Another silent invitation. Boots would be haphazardly toed off (he hopped upon a single leg at one point, an arm pinwheeling got balance until the boots are gone) and left laying in the entryway.
It was probably obvious that Logan didn’t entertain. While the apartment was friendly to outsiders it was a bit messy. What was the point of keeping a house that nobody but him would see?
The top part of his maintenance uniform came undone at his own prompting and he would slide his arms out of it to reveal the fitted, white tee shirt beneath. The rest of the uniform dose low on his hips but didn’t fal away.
Managing to get to the bathroom Logan closed the door firmly.