[He knew he was supposed to be dead. But how was he alive? That was the puzzle and it was freaking him out the more and more he thought about it. Like, seriously, really? He was alive and he remembered things. If that wasn’t as trippy as about to meet your son who you didn’t know was your son, well, regardless; he was in for a hell of a night. George was just finishing off his drink in a few more gulps when he was approached, clearing his throat with a sigh as he looked up to the blond for a fleeting moment.]

Hey. [Every vibe he gave off read he didn’t want to be bothered but then he chuckled, a wide grin growing across his face. That thought sounded nearly as clear as day to him.] Look I appreciate the, uh, thought? But that’s gotta be the worst line and I—

[George stilled, staring at his empty glass while he pondered those words. They were a little fuzzy, weren’t they? Those weren’t spoken. His brow crinkled before he slowly looked back to his guest, blue eyes going a little wider. He looks like me. I look, I used to look, like… him. Kind of.] Uhm. [Words, George. Don’t be creepy.] Hi. You... you can have a seat, if you like.