[Alan drew a deep breath, steadying himself as he drew away. He made an apologetic face, rubbing her shoulders lightly for a moment before he released her reluctantly.]

I'm sorry...I know, I'm acting like a maniac, and I'm sorry. [And he is...he wants to be an ass and write it off as her being right somehow, maybe it's PMS even though he's a guy. It's bullshit, though, and Alan knows it. As readily as he knows he's a man...]

The, uh...my closet...help yourself. [He rubs a hand over his mouth, managing a small, sheepish smile as he gestures to his closet, finally leaning down to pick through the clothes he'd dropped to find a pair of jeans that looked like they would fit. Straightening, he looked up, watching Scout with visible pain in his features as he tried to consider what she was saying...that it really might be true.]

Scout...if I'm really supposed to be a girl, and this is all just...the flood, that I don't even remember being a girl...why aren't we together?