“I hope she will. At the very least I can be here for her, make sure she’s okay.” He shrugged. He just really hoped he wouldn’t let Heather down. It’d be even worse if he did with her being all the way over there. He just had to relax and stop thinking about it so much, really. It just all felt overwhelming. But he could handle it. He would just cry later. And then cry some more when she left. Alex chuckled, shaking his head. “Just figured it’d never happen and that with all the junk that’s wrong with me, if it ever did happen, it wouldn’t work out. It’s all outta my system, though. You’re like, my best friend, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.” He assured her, not wanting it to be weird. It was already super weird with the situation going on, he didn’t want any old feelings to make it worse. “That’d be cool, we’d have something to talk about. I don’t even remember what we talked about the last time I sat and held a conversation with her. Probably you.” He shrugged. Alex frowned. He appreciated the sentiment, but the mention of Cole wanted to make him cry. “Thank you, sugar pea. You’re one of the raddest, toughest, coolest people I know. Fuck what Cole said…He hurt people, probably still does somewhere out there. But I was a lot…stranger back then, so there’s some truth in his judgment.” Alex admitted, trying to steer clear of those memories for the most part. Smiling at her, he nodded “Of course. We’ll get out and I’ll take you to Texas and we can go ride bulls.”
“Yeah--that’s more than enough. I just need someone to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself or anything.” That was the portion that frightened her the most; Sam never harmed herself when she was conscious, but the stress would probably trigger another episode at night, and she just hoped- if not Alex, or Andie, or Nita, or Jordan, or Casey, or fuck, Pepper, then anyone could stop her if that ever happened. “Do you roam around past curfew?” It’d be helpful if he did, she didn’t want to ask too much from him but he was one of the only people she could trust. She let out a small chuckle. It wouldn’t have worked out -- Heather was all rage and rough hands, sometimes, she would’ve become allured and intoxicated by the thought of him relishing pain and used that as a way to relieve her anger instead of bottling it. It would have been fucked up, and not healthy at all. He deserved better. “And all the junk that’s wrong with me, we’d be kind of a horrid mix. Plus, my gay vajayjay is too fucking strong, you’d have to deal with me looking at girls and being like oh shit, tiddies! All the time.” She grinned, weakly, vacantly, just to lighten the atmosphere. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything, too, though it’s good to be reminded that this milkshake still brings all the girls and the boys to the yard.” A nod. “Yeah, you two could go to the physical therapy together and trash talk the therapist behind their back.” She had to frown a bit at the Cole subject, the thing was, she and Cole had--always strangely gotten along, kind of, their conversations had always meshed well, but then again they could’ve been just trying prod each other the whole time. “Did he hurt you? Like, terrorize you or some shit?” Andy also talked smack about Alex, but she figured mentioning one was enough. She shrugged, but let out another soft, half-heaved snicker. “Good. Now a deal’s been made. You gotta get out of here one day too, okay?”
