[He could hear the smile in her voice, and it brought a smirk of his own to light. He was fully aware of the fact that Alex wouldn't care if someone didn't think she was dainty, and that she was also well aware that he would never think of her that way. To Richard, Alex was a strong-willed, independent woman who would let nothing stop her from getting what she wanted. It was something that he appreciated about her.
It was the reason why they had always been able to come to terms with their arguments; by brushing them under the rug when one of them came up with a new lead, or he came back with a new black tape. Over the course of the years, they'd spent together that began to change, but Alex's personality didn't. She was the same Alex Richard had first had the 'privilege' of receiving all those messages from, the same woman who had dug into his life and dredged up the ghosts of his past that he was trying to hide from her.
The same Alex who sat through night after night of terrifying-seeming black tapes with him.
He shifted in his spot, placing a foot on the floor as he hid a small smirk behind a raised eyebrow.]
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It was the reason why they had always been able to come to terms with their arguments; by brushing them under the rug when one of them came up with a new lead, or he came back with a new black tape. Over the course of the years, they'd spent together that began to change, but Alex's personality didn't. She was the same Alex Richard had first had the 'privilege' of receiving all those messages from, the same woman who had dug into his life and dredged up the ghosts of his past that he was trying to hide from her.
The same Alex who sat through night after night of terrifying-seeming black tapes with him.
He shifted in his spot, placing a foot on the floor as he hid a small smirk behind a raised eyebrow.]
Then I'm in the wrong bed.
[He made a move to stand up.]