"Easier said than done," George jested lightly, though it was a little bit more of an instinctual response than anything else. He exhaled slowly and stared out into the village around them.
"I dunno, Trish. You know Ali and I dated too, right, and she's here from almost the same time you are, maybe a couple years' difference. And we can barely talk to each other without some sort of tension cropping up. But it's so different with you." And he wondered why. "Right now? Feels like we're back in school. Like when we were dating." ...maybe he shouldn't have said that, because it wasn't even very deep down that he was still torn up over Alicia, but....
"We're all right though, when you're from? Still friends? No...huge lingering cloud of tension and unresolved drama hanging over everywhere and spitting out little spats every now and again?"