"Human contact is..." George kissed her throat again while he tried to come up with the right word, "necessary? Especially for someone like me who has never been by themselves before." He cringed inwardly. He hadn't meant to say anything of the sort. He quickly charged ahead, turning to her joke for cover.
"Only if I get to do your hair. I think you'd look fabulous with spikes." He grinned and turned onto his back. He mulled over her question as he stared at the ceiling. There was plenty that life was doing to him. A lot of it had to do with death.