This is exactly what she was hoping to avoid. Al couldn't handle herself, let alone him right now. Suddenly she was the bad guy and he was the victim. George was going to get hurt and upset and it would all be on her. Rightfully so. She wanted to snap at him, tell him to give her space and trust her to come to him when she was ready. Clearly that wasn't going to be an option. Not without hurting in the process. He was one of her best friends, and it was annoying to know that he really did mean well.
Alicia wanted to stand her ground, to snap at him and tell him this wasn't about him. To ask him why she should. Instead she accepted this conversation as inevitable, not bothering to speak as she slowly marched into his flat. Perhaps that said more than any words could. This was an interrogation of another sort. Making her way straight to the kitchen she put some toast on, about the only thing she could make without burning. The room was filled with silence as she waited for it to finish, grabbing the hot bread with her hand as she sat down at the kitchen. She didn't take a bite, she really wasn't hungry.
"What do you want me to say, George? I don't know anymore."