It is no secret that Logan had nothing short of contempt for the man who gave him life. A stark contrast to the empathy he had for his mother whose life consisted of debutante balls, drinking, and spending at least one weekend a month in some asylum to even herself out from mixing medications and liquor far too often. But she loved her son, despite all of the calamity Logan was hellbent on causing his old man. After Logan was kicked out for being caught with another boy, his mother often wrote him and tried to get him to come home. He did, eventually, to stay by her side for her last days on this planet. And then proceeded to come home once more, much to his father’s horror as young as he ever was and to begrudgingly become the primary head of Prescott Industries, before spitting on his father’s grave. Knowing that Logan came from a life of balls, pearls, business, and suits, it’s a wonder the man lives his life in jean, unkempt and wild as can be.













