Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

It was winter in Canada, which meant temperatures had dropped to freezing temperatures. Of course, it was cold all year round, however this particular night was almost unbearably cold. Logan was huddled near the fire of his cabin, hands outstretched, trying to warm the numbness in his fingertips. Logan had an internal temperature as hot as the furnace, but for some reason he always got cold.

Usually, he just dealt with it and did so without complaint. Tonight was one of those nights. He had a habit of keeping things to himself. Never opened up about emotions, never a sentence about what he thought about certain topics. Complaining about the cold was one of those things he never did either.

He felt a blanket being wrapped around his shoulders; the wool slightly itchy but it offered him more warmth. He turned his attention to {{user}} who had given him the cover. He felt his lips press into a thin line before he went back to staring at the flames.

"I wasn't cold."

He grumbled out yet kept the blanket around himself.