RP for complexperson

[liz_parker_1]

Liz could hardly believe she was actually home, in Roswell, let alone that she was walking with Alex Whitman. She looked up at him, still looking a little awed that he was there, alive, after all the time that had passed. She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked arm in arm toward the Crashdown Cafe--the little diner her parents had

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[complexperson]

Alex was even more on the cautious side, having died he was a bit skittish to a lot now. Something time he hoped would cure. He slipped in once she knew it was safe, but it didn't stop him from making sure as he scanned around. "So where is everyone else?"

[liz_parker_1]

She turned to face him. "To be honest? I'm not sure." Liz let out a breath. "We split up a few weeks ago, to try and throw the FBI off track."

[complexperson]

"I thought you and Max got married, or I had heard. I'd figure you two would stuck together." He smiled looking around.

[liz_parker_1]

She was quiet for a moment. "We did. But when the FBI started bearing down on us, he insisted we split up. I think he figured they'd try to go after him first." She bit her lip and slowly sat down on the sofa.

[complexperson]

He sat down with her and touched her hand reassuringly and smiled. "I'm sure he'll be fine, and he'll come soon."

[liz_parker_1]

Liz looked down at their hands, then up at him and smiled. "Yeah, you're probably right." She drew in a breath. "When's that last time you ate, Alex?"

[complexperson]

He paused to think about that and looked at her. "Define eat?"

[liz_parker_1]

She gave him a look. "You know. Food. Meat. Vegetables. Chocolate."

[complexperson]

"Uh actual full out meal type? Couple days ago. I snack here and there." He smiled.

[liz_parker_1]

She sighed softly and shook her head, rising to her feet and holding her hand out to him. "All right. I'm fixing you something to eat."

[complexperson]

"Liz you don't have to." He smiled and stood anyway.

[liz_parker_1]

Liz smiled back at him and led him up the stairs and into her parents' apartment. "All right, what sounds good?" she asked as she moved into the kitchen, opening the fridge and peering inside. "Looks like there's leftover pizza...but I don't know how old it is, so I'm thinking that's out."

She checked the expiration date on the milk, grinning when she realized it was still good. "Mac and cheese?"

[complexperson]

"Mac and cheese would be good." He smiled gently.

[liz_parker_1]

Nodding, she set about gathering the rest of the ingredients and a little while later, she set two bowls of macaroni and cheese on the small kitchen table for them. "So...where've you been staying, Alex?" She looked up at him with worried eyes.

[complexperson]

He sat down and began to eat and looked at her at the question and smiled a bit. "Old buildings."

[liz_parker_1]

Her eyes widened a little. "Old buildings? Alex..."