Alex didn’t know what to say as he stood in front of the girl, who… acted as if she was having a tantrum. Though, maybe she was just really… for the first time, listening to what he had to say. He looked at the girl with… hope? A hope that she would forgive him for what he did. He felt awful, and could not apologize enough times to tell the girl how sorry he was.
Her face slightly changed after the mention of the dumb game, and with that Alex could only hope for a positive reaction out of this conversation. Amelias facial expressions were always something Alex could pick on. Right now, she was upset. When she opened her mouth to speak, Alex’s heart stopped for a second. He didn’t want the girl to say she couldn’t do it, again, heck even say nothing and walk away. I miss you too. Alex stood there, and she pulled him close. If hugs healed, he’d hold her all day. Her familiar fragrant, the shampoo he once used and Phoebe made fun of him for, is exactly what Amie smelt like. Coconut and… whatever else it was. Some girly fragrance. Still unsure of the right words - he hugged her, tight. Holding on he started counting because the other day he read that for a hug to really be beneficial it needs to last twenty seconds. Nine-teen, twenty, twenty-one. He still didn’t want to let go. Alex was enjoying the warmth and comfort of the hug, only to hear Amelia whisper into his ear in her dopey state. “Come on. You need to rest” he smiled at the girl, motioning to his car that was a couple feet behind them.