"There's nothing to talk about."

Georgia's tone is flat, emotionless, just like her face. At least, that's how it would be if she weren't with the two people who probably know (knew?) her best in the world. The tightness around her eyes not quite hidden by her sunglasses, just how calm and rational she sounds because she's clinging to facts and logic to avoid letting feelings tear her apart. They know her too well for it to work. But maybe they'll let it pass anyway.

"I was dead, and it's not like you'd expect me to come back. You moved on. It's what I would have wanted."