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.