You two had grown close since the trip to Savannah. He was naturally soft-spoken and empathetic, and you were the opposite. Loud and reckless. You two made a good pair.

Now, Logan was working at his grandparents shop while you sat on a random chair, doodling on your shoes.

"Hey... how's your arm feeling?" He called.

You knew he remembered. Getting cut up by a phantom wasn't your favorite activity, and looking after you and your reckless tendencies wasn't his. He still did it, though.