George: "I'm... I'm sorry...," George mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "My memory can get fuzzy on some occasions... Can you tell me your name? Maybe then I'll remember."

Ariv: "Good boy~" Ariv purred, slowly moving his hands down Alastor's chest.

Alastor: he pressed into his hand, his eyes getting all hazy. "A-asshole..." he managed to spit out dispite the fact that his jaw kept wanting to lock itself.

George: George was quiet for a long moment, just staring at him with disbelief. "Is... Is it really you?" George mumbled, tears coming to his eyes.

Ariv: "Now now... Be nice," Ariv mumbled with an almost growl as he started to undo Alastor's pants.

Lucas: he nodded his head pulling the hood he was wearing over his head as he began to chew on the hoodie sleeve. "I- I don't know what happened...I um.." he sniffled starting to shake. "How long was I gone?"

George: "Too long...," George mumbled with a soft chuckled before quickly hugging Lucas and hiding his face in his chest as he began to shake. "How is this possible? I thought- Chris said you-" George paused, looking at Lucas. "You are real right? This isn't just a fever dream that Owen made up??"

Ariv: "Well of course," Ariv mumbled, before hovering his lips just barely above Alastor. "You seem to like the idea of having me undressed so I might as well return the favor yes?"

Lucas: he smiled wigh a sniffle wrapping his arms around George. "I think he forgot to tell you that there is a possibility of splitting again after something traumatic..." he chuckled not really knowing what had happened yet at the same time having an idea. "I think Red kept all the memories of what happened though...you didn't do anything with him.... right??" He seemed worried. The last thing he wanted was having to fight over George with Red.