He watched her and when she withdrew he reached out and gently placed a hand on her knee. "I'm sorry ta hear that. That's all you have ta say, I get not wanting ta talk about stuff." Logan wasn't going to say he understood, he couldn't as he couldn't remember his family. "But.. if you ever do, I'm here."
Logan didn't move his hand. "I.. don't remember my family, if I even have one. I woke up about twenty-five years ago. Didn't know who I was, where I came from.. still really don't. I don't even know my real name. I haven't aged a day since I woke up. I have nightmares, of things I've done, things that's happened. I have no idea if they're real or not."
His tongue flicked over his lips and he patted her knee. "So, do me a favor. You ever hear me havin' a nightmare, stay away. I've hurt people before if they got close and I woke up. And I don't want that ta happen, okay?"