She stirred in her sleep, trying to shake off the heavy feeling that had been overwhelming her since she got off the plane. It wasn't as if she expected to feel miraculously great, considering the amount of anxiety pills she'd taken, but everything felt...wrong.

"Bunch? You awake?"

The familiar voice caused Rebecca to still for a moment, her eyes slowly opening.

"Greg?" The word came out as a rasp, and it occurred to her that she needed water. Stat.

He moved the hand that had been stroking her hair while she slept out of the way, and reached for the glass by her bed. "I'm here," He promised her softly, eyes wide with concern. "I'm here. What-" Greg shook his head. He didn't need to know everything, not yet.

"You came back," Rebecca mumbled, after downing several long gulps of water. "You...you...but your dad said - your girlfriend - why are you..?"

"Girlfriend?" Greg laughed, without mirth. "Of course he said that, Rebecca. He didn't want you to come to Atlanta. I don't have a girlfriend."

She just nodded. "I fucked up."

There's a mixture of sympathy and concern on his face. He was well aware that she'd taken an overdose and attempted to end her own life, she didn't need to tell h-

"I slept with your dad."

Oh. His mouth went dry, and he found himself staring. That was unexpected. In any other moment, he'd probably have yelled, or gone to throw up, but she needs him right now. He came back for her. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're okay."

"You forgive me?"

Greg smiled sadly. "I forgive you, Bunch. I'm here for as long as you want me, okay?"

God, she'd barely thought about Greg in so long. She'd blocked him out until the night in the bar, and then she'd blocked him out all over again. This was insane. She never thought he'd come all the way from Emory for her.

"Okay. I've missed you, Greg."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. "Get some rest."

When her eyes opened again, Paula was standing over her - clearly concerned, but relieved when Rebecca finally came to.

The brunette groaned softly, blinking to adjust to the light. "Where did Greg go?" She mumbled, reaching blindly for the glass of water from before.

Relief was replaced with more concern, as Paula stared at the younger female in complete bafflement. "Cookie...Greg left for Emory nearly a year ago. I know you've been through a lot, but are you - feeling okay? Do you think it might be memory loss?"

"No, no, Paula. He came back. He -"

Oh.