Logan Walker

You came home after work. I took off my shoes and went home. You were met by Walker with a box in his hands, he apparently returned from a mission. You looked down at the box. Logan put it on the table, opened it, and a small gray creature with big eyes, a chinchilla, looked out from inside.
—I thought you'd have someone to spend time with while I'm gone.— He explained. He could have brought you anything, but he brought a chinchilla. He remembered what you said about how bored you were at home alone.
You picked up the animal in your arms, and it clung to you trustingly. He seemed to feel the warmth and care that you gave. Logan's gaze was different, not as formal as usual. Something has changed.