OOM: No reason to move.

Logan's still asleep. He couldn't tell you what time it is - nor does he particularly want to. He'd much rather just keep his eyes closed and pretend yesterday didn't happen.

Yesterday, when he swan dived off a balcony into a dance floor at a frat party. Yesterday, when his ex-girlfriend poured him into a cab and sent him home in disgrace. From a frat party.

It's hard to leave a frat party in disgrace.

Logan groans and burrows under the covers, hiding from the sun. And everyone and everything else.