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Izzy wasn’t drunk, which was a shame. Seeing Alex for the first time in ages, after their stupid fight on her doorstep, was harder than she had expected—and she had expected a bloodbath.
It would have been wrong to exclude him from tonight. They all needed to be there for Nick, and it was unexpectedly lovely, really, to have everybody back together again. Jonny and Lance regaled them with tales of their Cornwall adventures—Lance getting stuck in the mud because he’d refused to wear Wellies, Jonny having a ridiculous encounter with a flock of sheep. Nat sat next to Izzy and took the piss out of her in a way that felt so good, so normal. Nick was beet red the entire time, sticking as close to Dex as he could without them melting into one pile of goo, and it was revoltingly sweet. Dex wa
