"I know, okay? It's fine... Just- just quit apologizing," I say, tightening my arms around my chest. Logan usually only apologizes when something's really wrong, so yeah, it's not really making me feel any better. Not that I need him to try and make me feel better or whatever. He's obviously... Hell, I don't know what he is. I probably should've dragged him to the fucking clinic the second I found him bleedin' on the beach. But somehow I doubt that's what this is all about.

I walk close enough that our shoulders brush, and I offer him another half smile.