"No no no..." Alcide adamantly shakes his head. Yes, he knows that Zee's had a lot to drink but he won't let her start thinking that way. It's almost like giving in, he thinks, to accept the rhetoric that they're told in this place. "You're the real deal. So am I. And even if we're clones of ourselves, there's still that base they had to work off of. We're still that person, with memories and lives and loves and hates. We're the real deal, you and me."

Maybe it's tunnel visioned of him, but he refuses to give in to the alternative. His life was real. His life now is real too. All of it. If it isn't, then what and who can he actually trust? That includes Zee and Buffy and Derek and Gracie. "If all that livin' we did before was a lie, then who's to say this isn't either? I don't accept that. I can't."

Alcide reaches for her hand, his larger than hers and warm, although not as warm as his would usually be if he had the wolf. He gently squeezes her hand as if to say 'see? real.'.

They go back out to the dance floor together, Alcide holding her properly for a dance this time without feeling encumbered by coat and drinks. He nods at her assessment. "I have the makings of a plan to get into medical. Don't know what I'd look for one I was in there, but maybe I'll see somethin' that can help us out."