Of course he would have to get to a round number. This was Hal and his OCD all over. Alex was even a little surprised he hadn't gone all the way to 50 before stopping, but since she was hardly known for patience at the best of times, she was grateful. Maybe.
When he opened the door and started rambling, it was so painfully familiar, so much like the Hal she had known and loved. Still did love, if she was being brutally honest with herself, and it hurt to even think that. And he was there and being all formal and Alex suddenly had flashbacks of his other crazy ghost ex. A fate she did still fear for herself, being stuck forever and never being able to let go until she really did go mad. If she wasn't there already.
At his invitation, she attempted a smile, but really just looked awkward, and stepped into the room, hesitating a moment before she sat on the bed, right on the edge, looking ready to bolt any second. "Place looks good. Tidy. Very tidy." Fucking small talk.
When he said that he'd missed her, she actually flinched. "Hal, don't do that. How could you miss me when you weren't even here? When it was him instead." Alex found she couldn't quite look at him, but she did see the domino in his fingers, found herself staring at it. Remembered showing him how her powers had developed and she could move dominoes so neatly, so controlled. Well, that was long gone now.