"Not... exactly. More like I... forgot how to feel."

He shrugs again, starting to shrink in on himself. It's hard to think about; the actual moment it happened... he can remember, but there was so much going on, he's not sure what's real and what he imagined. His soul aches at the memory; that's a new sensation he'd have rather never felt. Greg shakes his head. "I can't... I'm sorry. Right now, I can't."