He didn't push the issue, it was her right not to invite him in, and so he didn't ask. "Yeah," he said, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Michael is un-undead, and everything, at least in that regard, is peachy."
He looked down at his hands, unsure of how to go on once he'd started. "I didn't lose your address," he finally said. "I lost touch. With reality, pretty much. And it pains me to think that I had to get a visit from the Voice of God to realize that I was all but throwing away the best thing in my life."