Arizona was more than excited about the fact that Callie wanted to stay the night. There was something about her that made Arizona want to hear more about what Callie's life was like, something so intriguing. Of course Arizona knew many things about Callie, all through the gossip chain at the hospital, but she wanted to hear about Callie's life from Callie. What her favorite food was, what her least favorite book was, what made her want to become an Ortho surgeon? She wanted to know her. Arizona wasn't the type of person to shy away from people. Though she had been through some dramatic and painful things in her lifetime, she was an incredibly perky, happy, and positive woman.

Once they situated themselves back into the dining room of Arizona's apartment she had suggested that they play a friendly game of twenty-one questions. After the first few basic questions Arizona couldn't help, but want to know more personal things about Calie.

"Okay, I was wondering if Callie was short for something or are you simply, Callie Torres?" Arizona stared deeply into her brown eyes, waiting for a response. Callie smiled,

"My name is actually.. Calliope Torres. I know, I know, not the greatest name. No need to make fun." Callie had never really been a huge fan of her name. Arizona face lit up,

"Calliope? Wow. That's a fantastic name!"

"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated." Callie replied.

"Not one ounce of sarcasm. I mean it. Calliope. I love it!" Arizona was speaking the truth, she really thought it had a wonderful ring to it. Callie rolled her eyes and shook her head playfully.

"Alright, your turn in the hot seat.. How old were you when you had your first kiss?"

"Ah! First kiss. I was 9. My friend Nick. One of the few times I've ever kissed a boy." Arizona laughed. Callie took a sip of water. Arizona got up from her seat and grabbed the pitcher of water to refill her own glass. Once she finished pouring Arizona opened her mouth to speak,

"I've got a good one, how many times have you been in love?"

"Twice." Callie kept the answer short and she didn't make much eye contact. She readjusted herself on the dining room chair and tucked a piece of hair that was loosely hanging in front of her face and placed it behind her ear, "Yup. Hm, I've kinda been wondering this all night long so I might as well ask, what made you decide to come over to talk to me at the bar?"

"Honestly? You looked really upset and I just wanted to help. Alcohol usually helps me with break ups, so I ordered you the shot and went from there. I might have also wanted an excuse to be able to talk to you... I just wanted to help you be happier. I probably wasn't much of a help, was I?" She spoke genuinely.

"Does this count as your next question?"

"Haha, no... I guess you don't have to answer me. I'll just never know." Callie took a moment before she began speaking,

"Yes. You did actually make me feel a lot better." Her response was thoughtful. Arizona smiled.

"So what's your real question, you cheater?" Callie said jokingly, taking another sip of her water.

"Was Erica one of the two people that you loved, or still love?" The question took Callie by surprise.

"I... Um..." Callie stopped talking for a moment. She shook her head, "I wasn't... In love. Not with Erica, I'm not... No!" She said slowly. It wasn't that Callie was unsure of what she had felt or how she still feels about Erica that threw her off, it was the actual question being asked and the thoughts being put into her mind that did. Was Callie ever in love or still in love with Erica? While being together the word 'love' had never truly crossed Callie's mind. She wasn't sure how to react to such a thought. She was so upset about a break up with a girl she didn't even love. She took a moment to herself and let that settle in her brain. I never felt that type of way for Erica, perhaps she knew that? Maybe that's why it wasn't hard for her to walk away? She knew I didn't feel the same way she did.

Arizona didn't have much of a reaction to Callie's response. For a question that held a great deal of importance to Arizona, her reaction appeared to be indifferent. I guess one could say she had a strong poker face. Arizona feared that Callie would say yes, not because she was jealous, it would be too soon for her to be jealous. And it wasn't because she was intimidated by the thought of Callie being in love with Erica. It was much more clean cut for Arizona. If Callie had said yes, despite the physical attraction and odd sense of being draw into her every word, Arizona would've kept her distance from her. Getting involved with someone who was still in love with their ex was not Arizona's style. She didn't want to win Callie over. It wasn't going to be a competition. She wanted to learn about her and be with her and see where all that led on their own time. She wasn't going to try and overthrow any feelings Callie had for Erica. She simply wasn't interested in doing so. She had been so hurt by a similar situation that she promised herself she would never put herself in that type of situation again. For a girl with a lot of charm, a lot of flirtation, and a lot of care in her she was always able to keep a strong guard up when it came to situations like that. For Arizona, Callie opening up to her earlier in the night about being upset for the lack of closer that took place between her and Erica was much different than if Callie would've said there was still a sense of love that exists between the two. Perhaps it all just made more sense in the complex mind of the independent blonde, but it was a system that hadn't seemed to fail her yet. Arizona spoke up with a friendly smile on her face.

"Hm. Go go, ask your question."

"Oh, right. Okay. Um, who is the guy that's in all those pictures in your bedroom?" Callie had been wondering all night since she had first seen the photos and thought now was a good time to change the subject of love and ex's. After hearing the question, the smile that was on Arizona's face disappeared rather fast. It was the first time that night that Callie had seen her unhappy. Great, you hit a nerve, good job! Arizona scrambled around in her seat and didn't speak. She was caught off guard by Callie's question.

"You know, this game was a dumb idea, we should just do something else..." Arizona seemed lifeless in her response. Callie didn't know what to do. The room was quiet and Callie figured she should say something before things became more awkward than they already were,

"I'm sorry for asking. We can just call it a night, if you'd like." Arizona looked up at her.

"No, no. It's fine. We should just do something else. Or talk about something else... You know what, I'm sorry, I'm making things weird now, right? Cause now I think I made you feel crappy for asking a question and now you probably think I'm being a bitch..."

Callie was quick to defend her,

"I don't think that at all! I was just… I was just wondering cause it seemed like you two were close with all the pictures you have up. I should've just thought of a better question. My bad." Callie tried to make things better, she wasn't sure if she was succeeding or not. Arizona didn't reply right away. She got up from the table and put her cup in the sink. She stood by the counter top in the kitchen for a moment and then opened her mouth,

"He's my brother. At least he was, he... He passed away." She spoke quietly. Callie felt terrible for bringing this up. God you couldn't have just asked something else?

"I'm so sorry Arizona. I'm an idiot, I shouldn't -"

"Don't apologize, you didn't know. I just don't like talking about it much... No big deal." She was short with her response and a shift in the air had occurred. Callie could feel the slight tension and wasn't sure how to avoid making further mistakes in the conversation. The quietness in the room was almost deafening, Arizona took a deep breath, it was louder than she wanted it to be. She looked over to Callie, who looked increasingly uncomfortable in her chair. If Arizona was allowed to bring up the sensitive topic involving Erica, Callie should be aloud to ask an innocent question without things getting weird. She spoke up, "He was in the army. Like my dad…" Arizona took a moment to stop herself from crying. She sat back down next to Callie and kept her eyes on the table, "He was wonderful. He was super smart, really funny, and extremely protective of me. He was your typical older brother, he was only four years older than me!" She laughed slightly, he always made it seem like he was so much older than her, but Arizona never paid any mind to it. It was how she grew up, he was her best friend. Callie looked at her with complete sincerity. Arizona continued, "We moved around so much growing up that it was so hard for me to make friends and keep them. At first, I hated moving. I would cry every single time. When I was seven we moved to Texas and Tim, my brother, he told me that I shouldn't cry cause I was losing friends. That I always had a friend because he'd always be with me. He was my best friend. I never wanted him to join the army, but I knew that he would. I mean, it's a family business. right? For a split second I thought he wouldn't though. After high school, he went to college. For three years, he was studying political science, but on his twenty first birthday instead of buying his first legal drink, he came home and told us he enrolled into the army. My mom and dad hugged him. I've literally never seen them look more proud than they did in that moment!" Arizona wiped a tear from her face, "And I ran upstairs and cried. God, I cried for hours! He tried to talk to me, but I was so upset. He understood though. I dealt with it, got over it, and finally accepted it. I mean, he really kicked ass. He was so strong. He looked so happy too, like when I did get to see him, he was happy. That was important to me, so I got over myself." She closed her eyes, "And then I moved to Maryland to start at Hopkins, three weeks in my parents called me. I flew home and he was gone. We used to write letters to each other and I got his last one two days after he died. He just said how he was so proud of me, and that he loved me, and he'd be home soon!" Arizona brushed away the tears that came falling from her eyes. Callie moved closer to her. She put her hand on her back.

"I'm so sorry." She looked at her with so much care in her eyes. Arizona smiled.

"It's okay. I never really talk about all that, him. Kinda feels good to hear about him out loud as opposed to just thinking about him. I'm sorry for all the tears, I'm sure that's not what you had in mind when you decided to stay." Arizona laughed slightly. Callie smiled at her.

"Maybe we should go watch a movie or something?" Callie said as she could see how draining that was for Arizona to talk about. Arizona nodded.

"I'd like that. Let's do that." Together they stood up and walked into the living room. Callie sat on the couch. Grabbing the remote Arizona went shut the lights off and took a seat right next to her. While looking through the demand options for a movie Arizona tilted her head, Callie put her hand on Arizona's lap and let it rest there, Arizona put her free hand on top. Both girls subtlety let their eyes travel to their now layered hands and thought to themselves, she's different.