Alex hadn't really put it together until now. Yeah, she'd crashed at his house countless times in the last five months or so, but then again she didn't wear suits when she went over there. If it was going to be a long Black Tape watching day, she was going to be comfy, normally leggings and a sweater or a t-shirt. Basically they could be like pajamas so when she woke up it wasn't the most uncomfortable thing in the world. She hadn't really thought out how he'd been in his suit the whole time.
Once, Alex had described his suits to Nic as his armor, and even when he was wearing flannel over t-shirts and had his unabomber beard, that too was a form of armor that came from his grief and focus on finding Coralee over everything else. A part of Alex had thought that they'd gotten over his needing armor, but she didn't think in the same way that he did.
Instead, she just sighed his name, "Richard. It'd make you feel better if you did it, you know. And you don't know how you're going to feel tomorrow." Frowning at him, her fingers traced along his cheek. "You know I'm not going to let anything happen to you here, right?"
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Once, Alex had described his suits to Nic as his armor, and even when he was wearing flannel over t-shirts and had his unabomber beard, that too was a form of armor that came from his grief and focus on finding Coralee over everything else. A part of Alex had thought that they'd gotten over his needing armor, but she didn't think in the same way that he did.
Instead, she just sighed his name, "Richard. It'd make you feel better if you did it, you know. And you don't know how you're going to feel tomorrow." Frowning at him, her fingers traced along his cheek. "You know I'm not going to let anything happen to you here, right?"