"You survived." Megan repeated, shaking her head in disbelief, not sure if there was anything else she could say. She put her hand out to touch him, to make sure he was flesh and blood. He was warm under her hand, alive and human.
She drew her hand away, trembling slightly. And then she slapped him.
"You survived and you didn't think to tell me! Or come looking for me? Where have you been for two years? And do you really think flowers are going to make up for this?" Megan screamed, snatching the bouquet from his hand, beating him around the head with it, the orange pollen flying in all directions.