A/N: Well, so I decided after all, with a little push from Anglelfrienze, to write this other chapter to continue the story. It's shorter... and I don't think it'll go on any further. This is it. And special thanks to Algelfrienze and TriStateCopFan for the reviews on the first chapter too.

Bobby talked and Alex listened. She was silent, but that didn't mean she wasn't thinking. In fact, she was thinking a million miles a minute and she almost felt like telling him to stop talking, to give her a second to collect her thoughts and that then he could go on... but she didn't. She stayed silent and allowed him to talk, just as she had said she would.

'Alex, he's apologizing for this afternoon.'

'I know, it's insane. I should be the one apologizing, not him!'

Alex held a silent conversation with her "other self," as Bobby had put it.

"...not because it could have ruined my career,..."

'Well, I did, kind of, think about his career, but not s-'

"...I was lucky because you stayed, because I had you for another 4 years..."

'Wow, wow, hold it there! Stop talking for a second. What is that supposed to mean, he had me for another four years? He was lucky because I stayed?'

'It does make a little sense, you know.'

'A little, but-'

'Oh, no but here Alexandra. The man is telling you that you mean a lot to him, that he can't stop thinking about how close he came of losing you and you just have to take it, you can't argue with that, you don't want to argue with it either and you know it. You like it that you mean that much to him, admit it.'

'Well-'

'And, you like that he's talking to you, about everything. You like that he can trust you enough to open up like that. You can trust him like that too, you know.'

'I know, it's just-'

"... that's what I should have said. That's what I meant. I'm sorry I didn't say it before, I just, didn't know how t-"

"Bobby," she interrupted with a whisper.

"And that about talking to myself, or my other self, whatever, don't think I'm crazy, or more crazy for that matter, it just helps me clear my mind, put my thoughts in order..."

"I don't think you're crazy for doing that Bobby. I do it all the time myself; I just thought I was the only one."

"Seriously?"

"Thank you, Bobby."

"For what?"

"For-for telling me all this. I know how hard it can be to tell someone something, to- just, thank you for letting me in like this."

"I should have-"

"Don't... don't do that. Don't think about what you should have done or said any more. That's over."

Bobby didn't answer. What was he supposed to say, anyway?

"Bobby? What I wrote five years ago, I wouldn't write it again today if I had to write something about you. In fact, I would burn that letter if I could, I didn't mean to-"

"Alex."

"Yes?"

"We're okay. We really are."

He heard her sigh a 'Yeah'.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Alex."