If there was anything Logan was good at (aside from being a scary motherfucker) it was giving people space. He hated being crowded so he afforded others that courtesy, but the only time it had ever bothered him was when he knew his girl was hurting. Still, he kept doing his job like nothing had ever happened because everyone at the school needed to get back to their own relative version of 'normal.'
He'd done his usual prowl of the building and the grounds and now he was coming back inside, wanting a scorching hot shower to work the aching tightness out of his muscles. With the soundproofing on the adults' wing rooms he didn't hear the guitar until he opened the door but he'd already caught her scent, knew she was there. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, just watching and listening. He knew her well enough by now to understand the mood of her music, and right now she was melancholy.
"Hey," he said, his voice cutting in quietly. "Doin' okay?"