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A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 25: Terminal Velocity

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At 1:22 and 43 seconds, Qi wondered if he should be crying.

Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS for MTAS's main story from this point in the fic onward, beginning with the mission "The Goat."

A/N: Welcome to Spoilertown. If you haven't gotten to this point in the game, I highly recommend you pause this fic and play through this act. Don't worry, you'll know where it starts and where it ends.

The back half of this fic's second act is what singlehandedly determined how I structured the plot of the overall story and what expanded my outline/idea dumps into longfic territory. And after several months and some writer's block, I'm so excited to finally be able to share it with you guys. Enjoy!

Also on AO3

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At 7:00, Qi woke up.

At 7:30, he finished his breakfast and brushed his teeth.

At 7:35, he was down in his lab to start the workday.

At 9:13, he finished writing the report from his last experiment on the Mobile Suit’s power capacity.

At 9:46, he decided to take a break from drawing up the diagram for the enhanced processor the builder had requested.

At 12:00, he put down the latest issue of the Vega 5 astronomy journal to break for lunch.

At 12:30, he went back downstairs and started working on the builder’s diagram again.

At 1:17, there was a knock on the door.

At 1:17 and 15 seconds, he was staring at the grim face of the sheriff.

At 1:17 and 20 seconds, Qi suddenly felt ill.

At 1:17 and 30 seconds, Qi could no longer hear what the sheriff was saying.

At 1:17 and 45 seconds, the sheriff had left.

At 1:18, Qi remembered to breathe.

At 1:19, Qi began to move again.

At 1:22, Qi was at the back of a crowd. Several people turned towards him with tears and pity in their eyes.

At 1:22 and 43 seconds, Qi wondered if he should be crying.

At 1:23, Qi realized someone was asking him something. He didn’t know what it was. He shook his head.

At 1:25, the crowd dispersed. More people came up to Qi and murmured words he couldn’t hear.

At 1:26, everyone finally left him alone.

At 1:28, Qi remembered to move.

At 1:36, Qi was back inside the Research Center.

At 1:37, Qi stared at the unfinished diagram on his desk.

At 2:00, Qi stared at the unfinished diagram on his desk.

At 2:3X, Qi stared at the unfinished diagram on his desk.

At 3:XX, Qi stared at the unfinished diagram on his desk.

At X:XX, Qi tried to eat something. He managed a whole three bites.

At X:XX, Qi climbed into bed.

At X:XX, Qi stared at the ceiling.

At X:XX, Qi wondered why his body hadn’t released the neurotransmitter signals for sleep.

At X:XX, Qi got out of bed.

At X:XX, Qi opened the front door. It was cold outside.

At X:XX, Qi walked up the stairs.

At X:XX, Qi was on the roof.

At X:XX, Qi had collapsed onto a certain spot.

And there he lay. Shrouded in the shadow of the telescope. Alone.

He shivered as a frigid gust of wind rushed over him. Nothing was there to warm him.

No blankets. No tea. No food.

No builder.

Both his vision and his mind were a blur. The only thing his wavering consciousness could cling to was a single, terrible truth.

The builder was gone.

Thrown over a cliff.

A meaningless death.

Maybe it was a good thing that he forgot his glasses. At least this way, he couldn’t see the stars.

The stars…

His greatest source of awe and wonder for so many years. The builder became so entangled in that awe and wonder until they were completely inseparable from it. In Qi’s mind, he knew that the stars had existed long before any of them ever did, and would continue to exist long after everyone was gone. But in Qi’s heart, there were no stars without the builder.

A cascade of memories started pouring out from the dark recesses of Qi’s mind, taunting him with precious memories of their diligence, of their wits, of their laugh, of their touch, of their kindness, of their smile, of their warmth. Many of which were rooted in the very spot he lay.

He still remembered how their hand felt in his last night. He could still feel their last parting hug around his waist.

Deeper and deeper he drowned, as if desperately trying to recreate their presence, soothing and invigorating all at once.

But all it did was remind him of the nothingness he was left with. And the ache in his heart.

…

“Hey…”

And now he was hearing things. He swore the whisper of the wind was the sound of their voice.

“Qi, hey…”

A large blob suddenly appeared above him. Its colors looked familiar. His head shot up.

“Yeah…yeah, it’s me.”

He slowly sat up, breath shaky as he drew closer to the figure. His heart pounded faster as the features of their face came into focus.

Face, bruised and cut in a few places. Eyes, tired but still shining. Lips, curved into a sad, sweet smile.

His builder.

His wondrous, death-defying anomaly.

The tremors in his breath turned to hiccups as tears leaked from his eyes.

At 12:54 and 31 seconds, the builder was in Qi’s arms. He embraced them as tight as he could, as if his arms were the only thing keeping them from falling off that cliff again. Every possible sensation was tearing away at his heart. It was crushed, imploded, collapsed, pulverized into nothing but dust…

The builder said nothing. They simply wrapped their arms around him and buried their face into his shoulder, rubbing circles into his back as he wept.

Qi had so many questions, so many things he wanted to say to them. But all his words were swallowed into ragged sobs. So he let all of the pent-up grief and relief wash over him, desperately clinging to the builder’s warmth as he cried and cried.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that. But his tears gradually slowed and his breathing evened out again. Slowly, they pulled away.

The builder brought a gentle hand up to his cheek and wiped away the last trail of tears. Qi closed his eyes, feeling himself lean into their touch.

“I’m sorry,” the builder whispered, their expression forlorn. “I-it’s a long story, but… I’m sorry for making you worry.”

“W-why are you sorry…?” Qi breathed. He hit himself internally for asking such an idiotic question. He shook his head. “You’re back now,” he whispered instead. “That’s all that matters.”

The builder let out a hum. It didn’t sound too sure.

“Please…” Qi took a shaky breath. “Please… Promise me that you will be safe in the future.” His tongue was barely able to form the words as all his breath threatened to leave his lungs as another sob.

Something swirled in their eyes. Their lips opened, but no words came for a moment. Despite holding his gaze, he could tell they were itching to look away.

I can’t, their eyes said.

“…I’ll try,” they whispered.

Qi gazed far into the depths of their eyes for a moment longer. Then he carefully pulled them in and pressed their lips together.

Fear. That’s what was hidden in their eyes. Something he never thought someone so strong and courageous could feel.

Their lips were chapped, but still so inviting. Every fiber of him ached to go deeper, to soothe everything that ailed them.

But they were still injured. He had no idea how they managed to drag themself up here without collapsing. He probably already upset something with how tightly he held them. He couldn’t make it worse.

So it was chaste. Brief. Just enough to scratch the surface of what they both were feeling.

He pulled away first, opening his eyes to see the builder even more uneasy. A small flash of panic shot through his stomach. That was exactly what he didn’t want.

But before he could think, he saw the builder’s face twist for the briefest instant before their hands gripped the loose collar of his shirt, and their lips crashed into his again.

They kissed him more fervently than they ever had before, causing Qi to gasp. Their tongue parted his lips, and he let them in, tasting iron and smoke and desperation. The last rational part of his brain wondered briefly if he was the one who almost died instead, before being swallowed by a quiet moan from his throat and a shudder that raced down his spine. He melted into them almost instantly. He wanted to commit every stimulation of every nerve in his body to memory, lest it be ripped away from him forever.

The builder pulled away first this time, gasping for air. Qi took one deep breath after another, trying to pull himself together.

The builder was frozen. They didn’t pull him back in. They didn’t reach for him again. They were silent except for their nervous breathing. They only gaped at Qi with shining eyes.

It looked like they were on the verge of tears.

Qi gently put his hands on their shoulders. “You need to get to the clinic.”

The builder mutely nodded.

With one arm around them, Qi carefully led them down the stairs and down the street. They plodded along slowly, Qi being careful not to trip over something he couldn’t see without his glasses.

They reached the clinic door and rang the emergency buzzer. Fang was quickly at the door, releasing a sudden bright light and the pungent smell of herbs into their faces. Judging by the sharp intake of breath, he was just as shocked to see the builder.

“Rawk! What the heck?!” squawked the bird. “It’s a ghost! OooOOOooOOH!! Spooky scary!”

“X!” Fang snapped. “What…happened…?!”

No one said anything for a moment.

“They…didn’t die,” Qi croaked.

“I…see,” Fang muttered. “Need to treat…any injuries…immediately.”

The builder shuffled forward.

“I…assume I can’t stay?” Qi said.

“No,” said Fang, a determined edge to his quiet voice. “Need to concentrate. Must make sure…nothing goes unchecked.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” twittered the bird in a softer voice. “Everything will be okay.”

Qi nodded slowly. “Thank you, Doctor.” He turned to leave.

“Qi, wait.”

Qi froze in his tracks. It was the builder. He turned back towards the light of the clinic, hopefully making eye contact with the blur that was them.

“…I love you.”

They sounded so small. His heart once again pulsed with ache.

“…L-love you too,” he murmured, summoning a scrap of courage despite how his tongue instinctually fought against the words. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He heard a quiet hum before Fang shut the clinic door, leaving him alone in the dark once more, with only the moon and the stars.

At 1:41, Qi started walking back to the Research Center, mind and body humming with an emotion he couldn’t identify.

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At 7:00, Qi woke up.

At 7:10, he finished washing up.

At 7:15, he had a quick drink of water and was out the door.

At 7:20, he reached the clinic.

Fang was tending to the builder, partially covered by a privacy screen. Qi idled by the door, hands picking at a loose thread on his pants.

“Awk! Ooh, look at the lovebird, honey! Hello! Hi! Hi!” crowed the bird as it flew from out behind the screen and alighted on a perch next to the medicine cabinet.

“Er…hello…bird,” Qi said with an awkward wave, before his head could question why he was trying to socialize with a raven.

Fang looked up at the sound of the bird’s voice. “…One moment,” he nodded to Qi.

“Hey, Qi-Qi…” came a tired mumble from behind the screen.

Fang quietly shushed them. Qi frowned. Qi-Qi…?

Still probably dazed. Or maybe that was the medication.

He waited until Fang walked back around the screen. “How are they?” he asked in a low voice.

“Stable,” muttered Fang. “Few…fractured ribs. Couple wounds needed…stitches. No infection. Lots of…bruises and…other minor injuries.”

Qi let out a long sigh of relief. “I suppose that’s the best case scenario for almost dying…”

Fang nodded slowly. “A miracle…if anything.”

Qi didn’t believe in miracles. But it did seem like physics had taken mercy on them. “Can I—?”

“Yes.”

Qi swiftly moved over to the screen, cautiously peering behind it. The builder was sitting up in their hospital bed, a sheepish grin brightening their otherwise bruised and bandaged face.

“Aww, Qi-Qi… You came to see me so bright and early?”

They were back to their usual jovial self, it seemed. It was like a different person entirely had kissed him last night on the roof.

“Of course,” he said as he took a seat on the creaky chair beside them, finding himself a little short of breath. “Why…why wouldn’t I?”

“You skipped breakfast again, didn’t you?” Their eyes narrowed, but their grin didn’t falter.

Qi sighed. “I won’t be here forever, will I?” He gently clasped their hand as they extended it on top of the blanket. “This…takes priority over anything else.”

The builder’s face softened. “I’m joking,” they murmured. “But still…it’s sweet. Thank you.”

They fell silent. Qi idly circled his thumb over their palm, feeling all the familiar calluses.

“Sorry about last night, by the way…” the builder murmured.

“Why do you keep apologizing…?” Qi whispered. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

They shook their head. “I got carried away. I just…” Their voice shrank to a whisper. “I…I really thought I was gonna die.”

Qi felt his heart ache. He gave their hand a squeeze, hoping that would be more comforting than anything he could say.

“I…managed to fall into a tree,” they said slowly. “Hurt like hell. Passed out for a couple minutes.”

Where did the fractured ribs come from?

Qi swatted the thought away from his mind. Be sensitive.

“I saw the goat stepping up a climbable…ish path on the cliffside,” they continued. “Probably going back to look for more rutabaga.” They let out a mirthless chuckle.

“So you followed it?”

They nodded. “Reallll carefully. Took me hours, but I did it.”

Since when did they know how to rock climb? Without the proper equipment, no less…

Qi’s brow furrowed. “And…after all that, you didn’t rest? Why on earth did you come find me instead?”

The builder laced their fingers together, a clouded, faraway look in their eyes. “I…I had… I had to find you. I just…had to.”

If they climbed with no equipment…shouldn’t their hands be blistered?

Qi stared at their intertwined hands. “You should’ve at least waited until you got treated.”

“And leave you like that?”

“…I could have waited at least a little longer,” Qi whispered.

“…I couldn’t.”

They both fell silent. The only sounds in the room were the whir of Fang’s odd equipment, and the bird occasionally stretching his wings out. Qi felt every minute twitch of the builder’s hand against his own.

“Does everyone else…know?” Qi piped up suddenly.

The builder raised an eyebrow. “I was about to ask you that. My guess is no, since, y’know, we all just got up.”

“I’m sure Dr. Fang will…hm. No, on second thought, maybe I should make the report. If I don’t, every person in town will be barging into the Research Center today to tell me something I already know.” And he hated when people tried to tell him things he already knew.

The builder chuckled. “Oh no, what a disaster. Other people showing concern for you? Can’t have that, can we?”

“I have work to do,” Qi rolled his eyes. “It’s a distraction.”

“Well…” The builder gave his hand a squeeze with a wink. “So’s this, isn’t it?”

“Th-this is different.”

“Sure, sure.”

They stayed like that for another moment longer. Qi was out of things to say.

Their hands slowly parted as he stood up from his chair. “I should go. I have to talk to the mayor. I’m sure the rest of the town will be eager to see you once the word gets out.”

“For sure. Got a lot of explaining to do, it seems.”

Qi thought for a moment, before he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head.

…Why do they smell like gunpowder…?

“I’ll see you later,” Qi whispered. “Get plenty of rest.”

“Thank you,” the builder murmured. “And you…don’t overwork yourself.”

Qi gave them a small nod, before quietly turning around and heading out.

When the door to the clinic closed behind him, he turned his head up to the sky and let out a long, tired sigh.

He certainly felt lighter than yesterday…but something still creeped at the back of his mind, poisoning the joy and relief he should be feeling in full force.

Doubt.

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A/N: Fun(?) fact: If you've read my angst fic Empty Skies, Hazy Skyboxes (heed the tags), you might've seen a couple of background references to things in this fic, particularly in Act 1 (e.g. Qi hypothetically developing treaded wheels for the mobile suit, the builder telling old myths about the stars). Since ES,HS suddenly sprung into my head as I was starting this fic, a couple ideas for B,R,R carried over into ES,HS to establish the background of Qi and the builder's relationship.

Does that make ES,HS a "bad end AU" to this fic...? You decide. :)

(Btw, ICYMI, ES,HS now has an extension...)

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Ep 01: When Logan met the Builder.

This episode occurs post MtaS “The Goat” Main Mission. ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ spoilers ahead!

Chapter 01: Trust is Earned

The harsh Eufala desert sun beats down on the bandit duo as they ride across Sandrock. Their white knuckles gripping the reins of their trusty steeds as sand flies behind them. Nightfall is approaching and they need to reach their destination beyond the desert boundary to Atara. An acquaintance of Grace's awaits with news of the impending threat, set on destroying Sandrock and all those within its boundary. Whatever it takes... it’s part of his destiny.

Logan’s bright blue eyes set on the horizon with his head held low to avoid any flying sand. it shouldn’t be much further until they reach Atara. Time is of the essence.

Logan: “HHHHEEEEEEEiiiiiiiiiiii-YYYYYYYAAAAAA”

Logan whips the reins and kicks his heels. Rambo picks up speed, navigating sand mounds and gravel pits. Interweaving the grand rock formations in which Sandrock is known for. The agility of such a beast is majestic, for surely, such a heavyweight would substitute strength for agility. Rambo’s legs ride over the sand like a racehorse on turf. He is free. If you saw him in water, you would possibly mistake him for a dolphin, his grey mane and weightlessness mimic that of the beautifully designed dolphin. The grace in his strides leave even the highest paid race horse in the dust.

A second set of hooves follow close behind.

Haru: “I don’t think we will make it by nightfall!”

Haru’s back and legs are growing tired, he doesn’t have the stamina to hold onto his steed quite like Logan.

Haru: “I need a break!”

Logan ignores Haru’s request. And keeps on riding.

Logan: “HHHHEiiiiYAAAAA….. HEEEEiiiiYYYYAAAA!”

Flicking the reins once again, Logan knows it’s just past the horizon. They can make it if they just keep going.

Haru: “LOGAN!”

Haru digs his heels into the side of his beast and Merle let’s out a mighty “BAAA” setting his sights on Rambo. You see, in the ocean if Rambo was considered a dolphin then Merle would be a Swordfish. Much faster than Rambo but out of hierarchy would always stay behind, except in these cases.

Merle quickly darts in front of Rambo and stops him in his tracks.

Logan heaving: “WOOOOOAAAAAA.....".

Logan: "HARU….. Atara is just beyond the break! We can reach the boarder before midnight!”

Haru jumps off Merle and gives his tasseled hair a stroke. Haru whispers into the beasts ear.

Haru: “Thank you my friend.”

Haru unstraps his satchel from Merle and begins unpacking his rucksack.

Haru: “You can keep going, but I would rather not freeze to death once the sun sets…..”

Logan rolls his eyes and let’s out a sigh. He knows Haru is right, Haru is ALWAYS RIGHT.

Haru: “Given the lack of cloud coverage today, tonight is going to be extra cold, I suggest we start a bonfire.”

Logan’s heavy boots hit the ground with a great thud as he dismounts Rambo. He gives Rambo’s head a tussle to shake off the sand from his thick mane.

Logan smugly: “Who is running this ring Haru? Last time I checked I recruited you!”

Haru let’s out a scoff and turns to look up at Logan who stands in front of him silhouetted by the sun beaming around him.

Logan was a tall man, with the body of a Greek god. Chiseled features and muscles on muscles. His eyes, a deep ocean blue with a subtle hint of green around his pupil. He was a beautiful specimen of human design. It would be hard for anyone not to notice his rugged good looks and stature, he oozed sex appeal.

Haru: “Given the lack of sleep and empty belly you wouldn’t make it to midnight my friend…. You are lucky I promised your Pa to stay by your side…. Because you are as stubborn as you are reckless!”

Haru goes back to setting up camp. Logan mutters under his breath.

If there is anything that Haru can hold to his merit, he is as loyal as a dog. He would go to end of the earth for his friends and he cares for them as if they were his own family. In fact since being on the run from Sandrock, Haru and Logan were just that, family.

Before long the bonfire is lit and the camp is set. While huddled around the fire Haru pours tea, while Logan grills the Yakmel steaks. It’s getting cold.

Haru hands Logan a cup of tea and settles himself across the fire staring into the flames. In that moment both of them forget that they are on the run, home was now a distant memory and everything that comes with the ‘normal’ life ceased to exist.

Haru: “How bad is it?”

Logan puzzled: “How bad is what?”

Haru: “Being alone”

Logan looks up from the grill to see Haru zoned out gazing into the fire.

Logan shrugs his shoulders and goes back to cooking the steaks.

Logan: “I don’t care too much for company anymore. Being on my own means I don' need no bodies permission and I can come and go as I please.”

Haru: “Hmmm”

Logan: “Since Pa’s been gone….”

Logan swallows the hard lump that has formed in his throat.... his emotions. It’s still hard to talk about his Pa. Even with Haru.

Logan: “….. I haven’t felt the need to have anyone close by"

Haru looks up from the flames to look at Logan. He is aware of the pain Logan carries and the guilt he ultimately feels.

Logan: "Its just easier not to have feelings. Besides....."

Logan takes a deep breath.

Logan: "We have more important things going on Haru. Like saving this godforsaken town."

Haru nods his head.

Haru: "Even if the townsfolk dont appreciate it."

Logan takes the grill off the fire and walks over to Haru.

Logan: "We are doin this for ma Pa. His promise to Sandrock was to always protect its people."

Haru reaches out his plate and Logan slides a Yakmel steak into it. It hits the plate with a sloppy squelch. Not the most appetizing meal, but it will provide enough sustenance for the weary travelers.

Haru raises the steak to his mouth and takes a huge mouthful. His hunger is immeasurable.

Logan sits down on the opposite side of the bonfire and starts to devour his meat like a ravenous dog. Decorum wasn't a priority right now. Especially as Logan hadn't eaten in 2 days, being a bandit on the run meant the regular meal was hard to come by.

Haru goes to speak with a mouthful of food.

Haru: "So ho'bout that builder ey?"

Haru winks at Logan.

Haru: "Not to bad on the eyes..... and a combo to boot! She kicked your ass Logan!"

Logan lets out a sarcastic laugh.

Logan: "She was lucky I went so easy on 'er... I knew Grace was behind me the whole time, I just wanted to give 'er a taste of what its like going up against a real outlaw."

Haru lets out a wail of a laugh.

Haru: "Come on Logan! Admit it! She had moves... She beat me for peetsake."

Logan shrugs his sholder toward Haru.

Logan: "Like I said... a REAL outlaw."

Haru kicks sand towards Logan in playful jest. He places his empty plate down and lies down on his back staring up at the endless abyss.

Haru: "Anyway she was a looker...."

Logan continues to hoover down his last pieces of food. Not taking much notice of what Haru is talking about.

Logan: "Mmmmm"

Logan rests his plate beside him and stretches out beside the fire, his legs almost reaching Haru's head.

Haru: "I hope we get to see her again... I think she would really like me."

Logan looks over at Haru. Haru's cheeks are blush as he reminisces on his encounter with the builder. Its sweet, Haru has a crush and Logan can see it all over his face.

Logan: "Well she might be a looker but she would soon enough stab you in the back!... That's the dangerous type!"

Haru whips his head around to look at Logan in shock.

Haru: "What do you mean? Shes helping us Logan!"

Logan shakes his head and stares into the night sky.

Logan: "Don't trust noone Haru, even the pretty ones. They will rip your heart out! Remember trust is earned."

Haru: "But Grace vouched for 'er! Shes one of the good ones!"

Logan shakes his head.

Logan: "Grace is only here to better 'er standing in Atara Intelligence, she wants to make Chief Commissioner one day!"

Haru: "Oh comeon Logan! Grace is our friend! We wouldn't be here without 'er!"

Logan scoffs.

Logan: "Humpffff... That might be true. But everyone has their own prerogative Haru. You would be smart to remember that!"

Haru turns back around and nestles into his rucksack. Its cold out and the stars are outnumbering grains of sand.

Haru: "When this is all said and done, I am go'n to marry dat girl!"

Logan lets out a scoff.

Haru was like a puppy, he fell hard and fast. But not Logan, he was hard headed and as stubborn as a mule. It would take quite a woman to break this bad boy.

Haru let out a prolonged yawn and before long he is fast sleep. Logan settles himself on his back staring into the sky, closing his eyes as he dreams of the days events.

It had been a long time since Logan had felt the warmth of a woman's touch on his skin, smelt their sweet aroma or combed his fingers through their hair. Logan longed for the feeling of a woman's touch and caressing her full bosom in his hand, slightly flicking the peach nipple in his fingertips. He had yearned for a woman for so long, he wanted to quench his thirst and succumb to her animalistic instinct. He reached down into his leather pants and touched his pulsating appendage.

His breath begins to quicken and his hand glides along the shaft of his member. He pictures a woman straddling his waist as he lifts her into the air, his hands grabbing onto her posterior with force as her arm wrap him in for a warm embrace. He has her high in the air and places her on his member, they gasp as the immediate pleasure sweeps over them both. With each pulse he becomes more and more hard. He grabs the her hair and pulls her head back as he sucks the sensitive skin surrounding her neck. She moans and grinds deeper and deeper. Logan lets out a deep growl as he feels the wetness of her core pulsate against his member. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders as he lets out a mighty heave. With the last of his energy they crumble into a heap on the floor, both heavily breathing as they lay on the ground. Logans head resting on her stomach, the rise and fall giving him a sense of calm and comfort. She combs his hair so delicately and kisses his head as she catches her breath. His hand wrapped around her waist so tight, he never wants to let this go. This feeling he longed for, the sense of comfort and love. This place felt like home.

As he catches his breath he tilts his head up to see the woman's face. It was only then that Logan would see the woman he was craving and yearning for. The woman he craved was the builder!

Photo Inspiration from Reddit: "https://www.reddit.com/r/MyTimeAtSandrock/comments/vtf5qz/any_logan_lovers_out_there_time_to_meet_him_in/" from @Pathea_Games

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