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thebratqueenSweet, hot, all that good stuff.
Alexis doesn't spend time with David.
They don't go out together, grab friendly beers after work that mysteriously no one else is invited to - or if they are, they somehow fail to come along. They don't sit alone together in restaurants that serve fried food which is really bad for David's digestion, but David doesn't care because he's addicted to mozzarella sticks and cold beer and can pack both away into his solid, muscle-bound body without seeming to blink an eye.
They don't have these after-work meals together, and they don't spend hours upon hours at the table. They don't talk about the minutiae of the day, they don't tell jokes that make each other laugh, they don't forget that the sun is about to rise and it's becoming closer to the time to go back to work than it is to go back home.