I shook my head in disagreement. "What for?" I half cried. "To what end?"
Andy thought about it for a second. His hand slid off my shoulder and I found myself missing the weight of it, a thought that caused a heaviness at the pit of my stomach. Has it really been that long?
Andy looked down at me. "To feel, Logan," he said. "You'll do it so you can remind yourself you're alive."
I had forgotten.
I had forgotten what it felt like.