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"I want know Alex, please tell me."

Okay... I uh-- I died. [Alex's voice was tiny, her gaze fixed on a spot in the sky rather than on George. Thinking back to anything from then... from after... it was so painful] A few weeks ago, I died. 

George stops walking “what happened?”George asks concern in his voice.

[Cursing her own choice of words, she shrugged again, not really sure how much she should say... or how much he'd believe.] I uh... are you sure you want to know? It might-- I don't want to make things awkward if this isn't the type of thing you want to hear. 

George laughs, for a the first time in a while “yeah, that was a fun night and we didn’t even have sex” he jokes as he leads the way back to his house. He often wonders why he doesn’t just live alone, it’s not like his parents didn’t have the money and they were never around. Something about his childhood home gave him comfort, besides the fact he’d be leaving one empty space for another “what made you think of that?” he asks.

[Alex laughed and shrugged, taking a second to reply. He was right-- it had been fun.] Well, alcohol was involved then too. It just popped into my mind. [She averted her gaze as she continued, looking to the other side of the road with a wry smile in place] Plus, my memory isn't exactly what it used to be. Long story-- I'm remembering a lot of things now, though. Being around familiar company helps.

He smiles small “the two of us does sound nice, let’s go” he grabs her hand and tries not to think of his father “I think we might have some beer.”

[It was easier than she would have thought-- like she never really did forget how to interact with other people. Her smile was almost shy (Unusual for Alex, because before everything that happened she was rarely shy), and she felt odd with him holding her hand-- but it was nice, too] Beer or no beer sounds good to me. I remember the first time we met... [She chuckled, the memory one of the easiest to recall] Never have I ever, remember?