Fascinated, Blaze sat and watched Logan lose himself in his work. His dark hair flowed in a gleaming fall over his wide shoulders and the sides of his face. To keep the view of his subjects clear, at times Logan’s sure hands would tuck it behind his ears with deft movements, seemingly unconscious of what he was doing.
Even when he was ready to move to a new vista, he didn’t speak to Blaze. It was as if he’d forgotten he was there. Doesn’t even realize I’ve carried his chair and supplies each time he’s moved to a new spot.
This amused Blaze, yet it was something he understood. On the battlefield, you shut out the extraneous to concentrate on the job you had to do. Your teammates did the same. Some people called it being in the groove. Others called it flow.
From what Blaze was observing
