Dex ended up next to her, realizing he'd automatically reached out and grabbed the closest thing as they'd gotten brought back to normal size, which had just so happened to be Ava's wrist. Once he saw what he'd done, he hastily removed his hand and pushed himself away from her a little, sure she wouldn't appreciate the intrusion on her personal space.

"Well, that was.....weird." That was about all that Dex could say about the experience of being shrunk, trapped in a glass bottle, and then set afloat on an alcoholic drink with someone else to alternately view their memories. It would have sounded like a fever dream if someone had described it to him. "Let's not do that again anytime soon." Though if he'd been forced to undergo it with anyone, he was glad it had been Ava. She understood him in a way he found he liked a lot, though he was still processing why that was.