Alvin remembered those days with a wry smile. "Clearly you faired better than I did." It had never been his forte, though in his younger years Alvin had been athletic and coordinated, he had lost the ease with which he moved after he stopped practicing. Pleased to find the conversation was reminiscent of their earlier chats, Alvin found himself relaxing a little, even if he was keenly aware that her arm was still in his.

He'd almost started to say something about how it was something he and Sloane had in common but thought better of it. He'd heard her rants about how miserable it was for her. Alvin had just sort of sloughed through and hoped for the best. Tonight it didn't feel necessary to mention. "How do you feel the night is going?" It felt safer and easier to keep the focus on her, where it should be. The more he talked the more he was likely to say something dumb or that he hadn't thought through all of the way yet; of which there were a lot of derailed thoughts all tangled up that he needed some time to unwind in the quiet of his bedroom.