I hadn't been this close to him since the breakup. Hadn't really looked at him either.

Now here he was, right in my face, beaten up bad.

Then it hit me - remembering the crash, how he'd used himself as a shield. That's why he was so messed up.

"Logan, keep talking," I pleaded, voice breaking. If I let him get quiet, he might slip away.

"What... should I say?" he slurred.

"Anything. Tell me what's been on your mind since we ...