Having her that close was in many ways difficult and in many ways confusing. What must have happened in those months in between. Those months where she's lived with him, the him not drawn in by bloodlust. Had they grown closer, did she care for him. It was easier to deal with when he could relax a bit though, so he let her hug him, let her give in to her emotions, just for a little while. Let her call him a bastard, because well, he was, and he expected it was well deserved. He must have been terrible, worse every time, he always did think so. Okay so he didn't end up as the poster boy for vampires but he was probably the oldest one left since Annie had gone and exploded herself, bit of a definitive answer really. Exploding herself.
"I expect I am." he agreed, tilting his head toward hers, almost close enough that if she wanted to lean in just a little then they would...
No, no, she wanted to punch him. Which she had also said she'd do so he really should have expected it. At attempted muffled 'Ow' later, Hal stood up and shot her a slight grin before logging out of the computer and walking toward the door knowing she'd follow. Too many people anyway, too many bodies, too many temptations. Better it was just them for a while, then them and the friends he'd made here. What was it she'd once told him, he should wear a sign and a bell and live in a cave?
But once they were free of the place he lifted the ghost girl up and swung her around "Alex! God I've missed you, really have, I mean I thought, I did think that it would be awkward because, really, where does one go from evil bastard alter ego. But its not is it, its not awkward at all its great, I could fucking kiss you right now you wonderful wonderful woman you."
He put her down and started to walk in the direction of the house before laughing
"Can you rentaghost if I know where we're going? That whole not a living thing business I mean, how far does that stretch. I never did consider that, I should have!"