Simon wasn't ready for whatever George thought she was doing. The hand on his, in his, through his. He had only meant to pull away from her, but instead, he ended up...inside her?
There were no words, but George's body wasn't exactly acting right. The unzombie just stared, wondering if maybe the blonde chick had finally gone insane.
"What did you do? I just needed you to check a pulse." Simon didn't like it; he didn't like it at all, and he couldn't think straight inside this body. It wasn't his. It was bad enough he wasn't in his own.