[Well... no, not a survivor... and not a friend, either. ... Not in the strictest sense of the word, anyway. He'd been too tiny back then to be a friend OR an enemy. An annoyance, maybe, although a somewhat endearing one. Alessa hadn't had it in her to hate anybody back then. Not even the children outside the church who had tormented her.]
[Of course, the night of the fire had changed that...]
... Really?
[Heather's not sure how she feels about that... it hadn't occurred to her that he'd know that sort of detail about Alessa's life, although of course he WOULD know...]
Kinda slimy-looking, glasses?
Bad teeth?
Looks like he probably got shoved into lockers in high school?
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[Of course, the night of the fire had changed that...]
... Really?
[Heather's not sure how she feels about that... it hadn't occurred to her that he'd know that sort of detail about Alessa's life, although of course he WOULD know...]
Kinda slimy-looking, glasses?
Bad teeth?
Looks like he probably got shoved into lockers in high school?