She led the way toward the living room. Rules dictating that they needed to remain in a public area of the house. “Yeah I know. I wasn’t sure if you would want to.” His words from the beach floated through her head about not wanting to be her friend. It still stung even now. How easy it was for that connection they’d had to just go disappear after a year of absence. “That’s good. Still annoyed with your art class?” She asked a note of teasing in her voice. She sat down on the couch and made a motion for him to join her or to sit in one of the armchairs on the other wall. “I’m good. A little worried about Bobby after she had this really weird hallucination, but I’m good.”