who: Alex Reagan and Open what: May normal stuff, plus mingle stuff and possibly sickness plotting stuff. when: Month of May! where: All over Riverview. warnings: Possible illness stuff, shippy stuff.
"Richard." His name was a soft sigh, and she just watched him for a minute, her eyes on his with a frown. "Literally just being here is a risk. I know you don't believe it but there's monsters and everything here, never mind just the simple act of walking outside could end with me falling down the stairs and snapping my neck. I can't not live on the off chance that something could happen to me."
For a moment, Alex just looks down, and she frowns broadly, considering telling him about how concerned Dr. Frankenstein was with her lack of sleep, and how bad that could be, but right now didn't seem the point. There were other things to worry about than what could happen. "I don't know how I could live with myself if there was something that I could have done to help save someone I love and I didn't." Her other hand moved to his face, touching it gently because while there were other people that she cared about here, there was only one that she was pretty sure she couldn't live without.
His frown deepened as she touched his cheek. This wasn't good. This was a potential infection. This was what he was currently arguing against her doing. Yet, it was hard to pull away, especially knowing what she would think it was. Of course, it wasn't the rejection she would think; it was concern.
"You're taking too many risks." It's true. Alex Reagen took so many risks that she could be considered her own natural disaster. At every turn of the investigation of The Black Tapes, she would do something that would cause him worry, something potentially dangerous. Even if he denied the world that they'd been pulled into, he never denied how dangerous it was. "Like when you talked to Warren." It was an example and a sore spot. It was one of the worst times she had been reckless. Now was close, not exact, but close.
"Richard," she dropped her voice softer, and she didn't know how close she sounded to when she asked him not to go to Geneva. "I'm always going to take risks. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. I mean, you wouldn't even have met me if I didn't never mind... Ending up where we are now." She couldn't change who she was anymore than he could, not really. She could try and have him make friends, but she couldn't change what an ass he could be at his core, and she would never want him too. It was just a part of what made him him.
Just like this was a part of what made Alex her.
And of course another thing that made Alex her was the fact that she caught him rather easily when he tripped up on things, and this was a big one and Alex couldn't keep the surprise off of her face when she asked quickly, "You're making it sound like I went to meet with Warren alone." Which frankly, Alex herself thought was pretty dumb, but she also knew that she would only have done it for a good reason. "I went to see Warren alone?"
Shit! It wasn't exactly easy to remember exactly when things had happened, and he had miscalculated that particular poor choice on her part. Now she was asking questions again, and he couldn't think of something to distract her. Instead, she would push forward until he told her, and he wasn't planning on telling her. Which meant there weren't many other choices.
"Any interaction with Warren is dangerous, like with Simon Reese." Simon was a safe topic, mostly. Accepting his phone calls, trying to meet with him, being in contact with him at all was dangerous.
"Meeting with Warren the first time was your idea actually." Alex reminded him quickly. But she refrained from adding even though Coralee told them not to because well, Richard was an adult and he'd made his decision with that and she'd gone along with it. "And the second time, you were there." Even if he had just glared at the man from across the table and left Alex to do the sort of thing that she did best: ask annoying questions that seemed to be digging to nothing and yet somehow always were.
"And I know I apologized for Turkey." Because she remembered doing that. And what she'd actually apologized for was not for going, because she didn't have a choice, but for going without saying anything to him about it until she was already there. Simon had wanted Alex to have seen and touched the Horn of Tiamat and everything inside Alex's gut had told her that she needed to do it and it needed to be her alone.
"I know you don't want me asking about the time I'm missing, but I'm sure if I went to see him, it would have been for a good reason. I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, Richard, but he kind of freaks me out." And she'd said as much on the show.
"We didn't know what we do now." They hadn't known just how dangerous Warren was, how tangled into all this they had gotten because of him being at the center. They hadn't known that it all stemmed back to Richard before Alex had gotten in too deep. It was something that he would both always regret and always be thankful for.
He was thankful for her not prying into her future, even when he slipped up the way he had. Even though she was right, and she did see Warren alone, that he was still angry about it, she didn't know that she had done it. "I won't lose you, Alex." The words were quiet, sincere and pleading. He'd already lost so much, he couldn't lose Alex too, especially not now.
They didn't know for sure, but they probably should have known just based on Coralee's warning, but the two of them, both Alex and Strand himself had an arrogance about these sort of things, so they went barging in without thinking about it. And now they knew for sure, or at least he did. Even without knowing what he did about Thomas Warren creating demons, what she did know about him had been enough to finally make her stop calling Warren 'sexy James Bond.'
"Richard." Her voice was soft, and her eyes held his as she cupped his cheek even more tightly and traced her thumb along his cheekbones. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise. You're not going to lose me." And then she gave him a quick smile, her voice a little lighter. "Besides,we both know I'm too annoying to go anywhere." Her hand squeezed his, a promise in it. Alex wasn't Coralee, she would never leave him like his wife had, and even if she wasn't going to stop being herself, she also wasn't going to do something dumb that would make her unable to keep her promises to him.
If Alex had voices her thoughts on Coralee, Richard would have pointed out that his wife hadn't had a choice, at first. She had been taken by Warren and his people; that didn't mean she couldn't have contacted them once she was free. Let them know that she was safe, that she loved them, and that she thought it was for his and Charlie's own good that she not return to them. It would have hurt, but at least they would have known. Instead, he and Charlie had spent decades wondering, worrying and becoming bitter over the unknown. He'd spent decades searching for her only for her to leave again.
"Then leave it to these, scientist, friends of yours." It was a repeat of the thought he'd had before. She couldn't promise that she'd be there if she was putting herself in direct danger of being contaminated. It was bad enough that, right now, he could be contaminating her, and he would rectify that soon. As a professor, he had an office. He could hold up there until the symptoms subsided or they found a cure. And she wouldn't worry because it was normal for a professor to work long hours, she knew that. It was normal for a professor to want to set up their office in a particular way, she'd seen that. Everything would seem normal.
Honestly, that was what Alex meant by her leaving him. The never knowing. The letting his family and hers hate him. Making Charlie poisoned against him. All of the friends and relationships and the person he had been before were gone because Coralee couldn't send him a message that way like she had to the studio. That was what made Alex angriest about the situation, because she had to know what her disappearance was costing him and had cost him.
But she hated that he asked her to leave it alone. "Richard," she sighed his name softly, leaning forward not to kiss him but to rest her forehead against his own. "I can get infected anywhere. I'm not going to go into the hospital or anything, I promise. But I'm not just going to lock myself in here the entire time this thing is going on. It could be months. And I mean come on, do you really want an unwalked seventy pound dog locked in here?"
He let out a long heavy sigh, she was right, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. In fact, he wasn't. If he was honest with himself, this was the least dangerous thing she'd done since he'd known her. Even more so if the last few months were all that he counted.
"What do you plan on doing?" He moved back to sit in a chair, carefully watching her. Did she even have a plan? She wasn't a doctor or even a micro-engineer. There wasn't exactly much a reporter could do, no matter how persistent and annoying she could be.
When he gets up, Alex let out a sigh of her own, and she shifted to tuck her legs underneath her propping her chin in her hand as she considered the question. The answer to the question is written in her expression; of course she has a plan. Doesn't she always have a plan even if it sometimes (often) tends to be a bad plan?
"I'm not going to do anything dumb," she said quickly, an almost promise. Not quite, because the two of them had highly varied definitions of 'dumb' especially where the other one was concerned. "Don't worry, Richard, I'm not going to be out volunteering for random injections or being a nurse or anything like that. I'm going to do what I do best: research, both on stuff that the people who come through the portal may have brought in, or stuff that that the natives had. Dr. Frankenstein," the name carries a weight of familiarity with it, and she gestured towards her device, "seems to be implying that it was released rather than something that happened naturally. Maybe I can ask around about that. After all, people are more likely to talk to plucky reporters rather than perimeter guards."
Alex not doing something dumb for a change would be a minor miracle, and Richard didn't believe in miracles. So he simply let the promise, one she couldn't possibly keep, roll over him. He wouldn't keep her to it, but he'd most certainly lecture her about it once she'd done it. So long as it wasn't as bad as meeting Warren alone just to bait him or going to Turkey alone to meet a confessed murderer and escaped mental patient.
Her explanation of what she would do made completely no sense. A reporter was the last person someone would want to talk to. "People aren't going to want to talk to a reporter. I speak from experience." It had taken her eleven calls to get him to even think about calling her back (partially because he was sick of getting the messages), and he had been being nice.
"You do know, Richard," Alex begins with a smirk and her brow up towards her hair again. "Most people do talk to me. I can only think of a handful or so people who have been put off by me to require eleven calls. Even then, they normally come around." Cops, medical professionals, politicians, they all seemed to talk to Alex. When she wasn't being an idiot, she was actually good at her job. And there was the added point that while Nic was her producer on The Black Tapes, she was his on Tanis, so she did all the things that he did too.
The outliers for her were Strand himself, Warren, the Torres family after Sebastian was returned (and who could blame them for that?!) and a handful of other shady people who had their own things going on. Most people didn't, and Alex was likable and easy to talk to, so she thought she'd be able to get somewhere. But while she's talking to him, her phone pings and Alex just frowns at it when her eyes cast downward. Alex wouldn't be Alex if she's not multitasking.
He couldn't help the smirk at her mentioning of the eleven calls that it had taken before he even thought of contacting her back. It had been their way at first. She pushed, he pulled back and then returned with some type of apology tape. But there was a slight mistake in both their calculations. "Twenty-three times, if you count both occasions." Not that the second time had anything to do with her in particular. He would have ignored anyone's attempts at contact at the time.
Then she was looking down at her phone with that look of her. The one that always appeared when some particularly disturbing piece of information was discovered. Seeing as they were discussing an illness that had become an epidemic, the frown was more worrying than usual. "What is it?"
"You're forgetting the calls to your publisher and the department chairs at the university, actually. I lost count of how many I made then." She's trying to keep the mood light, both in that and not mentioning how many times she'd called him when he'd disappeared, and with the other information. He was definitely going to blame her for a virus that had magic involved with it in any way.
But Alex doesn't lie to him, and she's being better about avoiding the truth so she just frowns and shows him the conversation she's having with Victor. "Infection might be a moot point, considering everything. And I mean, I'm around people often enough that I could have come into contact with someone who had it and didn't know it. Maybe we should be quarentining you somewhere or something." As if they hadn't been together for hours already.
He takes the phone from her, looking over the conversation with Victor (clearly one of hers). It's, concerning, especially as it seems to confirm what he'd already heavily suspected. It also meant that it was pointless to go living in his office. He could have infected her already, and neither of them would know. That, changed things, especially when she commented about putting him in quarantine.
He let out a heavy sigh, one that often came with news he either didn't want to share or when he was caught in a lie. "It's probably too late for that." Really, with her talking about trying to keep him safe from the virus (which was ridiculous, he didn't need protecting) it seemed like idiocy to keep the facts hidden from her now.
Alex knows that tone of voice. She knows it. She knows it and she instantly is putting two and two together and coming up with: Strand is sick. "Richard." The word is instant and soft and worried. Moving closer to him on the bed by wiggling her knees, Alex leans over and presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and then moves it to touch behind his ears, because her mother has always said that was the best way of telling if someone had a fever.
"How long?" It's concern in her tone to match her frown as she moves her hand to his chin in order to look into his eyes and see if there's any sign of a fever in them. She wishes that she'd had a first aid kit or something, but beyond the small one with bandaids in her purse (just in case) she didn't have a thermometer or anything like that. She had advil, but that was it, and she didn't know if it would treat what it was that he'd had.
He's warm, hot even. Richard is sick, and his eyes are a little glassy, but he seems to be holding his own against it. Richard Strand didn't let illness get to him. There was too much to do to get sick, and for years the only one he had to take care of him was himself.
Reaching up, he took her hand, squeezing it tight for a moment. His hands are warm too, which is probably better than when he felt like he was freezing. "I only recently put everything together. I'll be fine."
He believed that, that he'd be fine and recover. Warren wouldn't want him to die, just make him uncomfortable, maybe make it seem as if he were possibly going to die. Anything to get what he wanted out of him. "That doesn't mean I want you at risk."
"You better be fine. You don't get to show up and catch a weird plague and then die on me after I lugged all my stuff up here." Alex making typical bad jokes to lighten the mood, but it can't lighten the concern in her eyes as she watched his face and felt the warmth of his hands like this. Still, she makes an effort at a smile, before she brushes some of his hair away from his forehead again.
"Do you want some tea or something? I can grab you a glass of water and some advil in case it's a fever. I mean, it feels like a fever..." Alex for all of her mother henning doesn't exactly do this for anyone else often. Sure, she's propped up drunk people on their side with a bucket and water and advil, and she's made day and nyquil runs, but when she's sick Alex's idea is to just take nyquil and put on netflix and become a zombie.
"I'm fine." There's a large part of him that didn't know how to be taken care of. Maybe he knew how twenty years ago, when Coralee was there, but not since. Not since Charlie and everyone left his life. No, not since Coralee had been kidnapped and never came back. Not since his world crashed down around him.
Honestly, if he could just rest against her. Lean against her and breath in the comforting scent that was Alex; he might feel a bit better. The thought sounded, sappy, but it was there, collecting inside his mind even though he knew that sort of comfort would do nothing for the actual illness. Besides, it would further risk her getting infected, and he refused to put her at that sort of risk, even if they didn't know if she was or not already. "It, comes and goes."
It was on the tip of Alex's tongue to argue with him about how just not fine he was looking, but he was sick and if he was like anyone else she knew when they were sick, he was going to be miserable and she didn't want him to feel worse. No, not right now. So, instead, Alex just moved back on the bed and gave him a tug to come with her.
"Come on," she said softly, moving so that her head hit the pillow facing his. "You should get some sleep. Sleep always helps with fighting off of infections." A little smile as she moved closer. "Besides, god knows we can always both do with extra sleep when it comes down to it." Because neither of them slept particularly well, they just couldn't with everything in their lives that was going on.
Her lying there, head resting on the pillow was incredibly inviting. The idea of curling up with her was something that seemed to be starting to fill his head more than reason. So he fought it back. Reminding himself that he could infect her, that they could both be infected if they weren't careful.
After a few moments of silence, he made his decision. "I'll sleep in the chair." It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with her, it was the most tempting thing in the world right now. It was that he couldn't. He refused to go against the logic that doing so would increase her risk of infection.
"Don't be an idiot, Richard." Her response is instant, and she bolts upwards at his proclamation, scooting closer to him and not letting go of his hand. "Listen. I know you're worried about me. I get it, I really do. But you're the one who's sick, and you're the one who needs the sleep more than me. Look, if I'm going to get infected, I probably already am. You're going to be doing this for no reason."
And then she dropped her voice a bit, letting the concern come through. "You're not going to get any rest trying to sleep in a chair any time, never mind when you're six feet tall. Come on, if you want, I can go back down to my old room, but I'm not going to let you sleep try and rest in a chair." There may be a little more than a little bit of an unspoken 'you idiot' there, because well, he was being stupid and noble and he was doing it for no reason.
Richard was too tired to argue. He was hot, and he could feel a headache coming on. Richard pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing at the corners of his eyes and tried to think of an argument. He couldn't. She was right that there was no way he'd get any actual sleep in a chair, but he'd wanted to try, and he didn't want her going back to her room. Not when she would be out of his sight.
He didn't answer her, just finally crawled his way up to the pillows and laid down. It was a gesture of defeat. Alex had won this argument; he didn't have it in him to continue, and he didn't want to walk out. It seemed a bit too childish this time.
Alex took her victory easily, moving just a bit to grab the advil and water bottle that she always kept in her bag. Tapping two out for him, she offered it to him silently. If nothing else, it might keep the edge of the fever and whatever else he was dealing with at bay for a little while, even if it was just enough so that he could get a little sleep. And of course in order to head off any protest, Alex added, "even if this is your brain thinking you're sick, thinking these will help will."
Once those are offered, Alex just traced her fingers across his face with a concerned smile. "Get some sleep. I love you, Richard and I'm definitely not going anywhere, okay? You don't go anywhere either."
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For a moment, Alex just looks down, and she frowns broadly, considering telling him about how concerned Dr. Frankenstein was with her lack of sleep, and how bad that could be, but right now didn't seem the point. There were other things to worry about than what could happen. "I don't know how I could live with myself if there was something that I could have done to help save someone I love and I didn't." Her other hand moved to his face, touching it gently because while there were other people that she cared about here, there was only one that she was pretty sure she couldn't live without.
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"You're taking too many risks." It's true. Alex Reagen took so many risks that she could be considered her own natural disaster. At every turn of the investigation of The Black Tapes, she would do something that would cause him worry, something potentially dangerous. Even if he denied the world that they'd been pulled into, he never denied how dangerous it was. "Like when you talked to Warren." It was an example and a sore spot. It was one of the worst times she had been reckless. Now was close, not exact, but close.
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Just like this was a part of what made Alex her.
And of course another thing that made Alex her was the fact that she caught him rather easily when he tripped up on things, and this was a big one and Alex couldn't keep the surprise off of her face when she asked quickly, "You're making it sound like I went to meet with Warren alone." Which frankly, Alex herself thought was pretty dumb, but she also knew that she would only have done it for a good reason. "I went to see Warren alone?"
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"Any interaction with Warren is dangerous, like with Simon Reese." Simon was a safe topic, mostly. Accepting his phone calls, trying to meet with him, being in contact with him at all was dangerous.
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"And I know I apologized for Turkey." Because she remembered doing that. And what she'd actually apologized for was not for going, because she didn't have a choice, but for going without saying anything to him about it until she was already there. Simon had wanted Alex to have seen and touched the Horn of Tiamat and everything inside Alex's gut had told her that she needed to do it and it needed to be her alone.
"I know you don't want me asking about the time I'm missing, but I'm sure if I went to see him, it would have been for a good reason. I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, Richard, but he kind of freaks me out." And she'd said as much on the show.
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He was thankful for her not prying into her future, even when he slipped up the way he had. Even though she was right, and she did see Warren alone, that he was still angry about it, she didn't know that she had done it. "I won't lose you, Alex." The words were quiet, sincere and pleading. He'd already lost so much, he couldn't lose Alex too, especially not now.
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"Richard." Her voice was soft, and her eyes held his as she cupped his cheek even more tightly and traced her thumb along his cheekbones. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise. You're not going to lose me." And then she gave him a quick smile, her voice a little lighter. "Besides,we both know I'm too annoying to go anywhere." Her hand squeezed his, a promise in it. Alex wasn't Coralee, she would never leave him like his wife had, and even if she wasn't going to stop being herself, she also wasn't going to do something dumb that would make her unable to keep her promises to him.
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"Then leave it to these, scientist, friends of yours." It was a repeat of the thought he'd had before. She couldn't promise that she'd be there if she was putting herself in direct danger of being contaminated. It was bad enough that, right now, he could be contaminating her, and he would rectify that soon. As a professor, he had an office. He could hold up there until the symptoms subsided or they found a cure. And she wouldn't worry because it was normal for a professor to work long hours, she knew that. It was normal for a professor to want to set up their office in a particular way, she'd seen that. Everything would seem normal.
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But she hated that he asked her to leave it alone. "Richard," she sighed his name softly, leaning forward not to kiss him but to rest her forehead against his own. "I can get infected anywhere. I'm not going to go into the hospital or anything, I promise. But I'm not just going to lock myself in here the entire time this thing is going on. It could be months. And I mean come on, do you really want an unwalked seventy pound dog locked in here?"
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"What do you plan on doing?" He moved back to sit in a chair, carefully watching her. Did she even have a plan? She wasn't a doctor or even a micro-engineer. There wasn't exactly much a reporter could do, no matter how persistent and annoying she could be.
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"I'm not going to do anything dumb," she said quickly, an almost promise. Not quite, because the two of them had highly varied definitions of 'dumb' especially where the other one was concerned. "Don't worry, Richard, I'm not going to be out volunteering for random injections or being a nurse or anything like that. I'm going to do what I do best: research, both on stuff that the people who come through the portal may have brought in, or stuff that that the natives had. Dr. Frankenstein," the name carries a weight of familiarity with it, and she gestured towards her device, "seems to be implying that it was released rather than something that happened naturally. Maybe I can ask around about that. After all, people are more likely to talk to plucky reporters rather than perimeter guards."
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Her explanation of what she would do made completely no sense. A reporter was the last person someone would want to talk to. "People aren't going to want to talk to a reporter. I speak from experience." It had taken her eleven calls to get him to even think about calling her back (partially because he was sick of getting the messages), and he had been being nice.
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The outliers for her were Strand himself, Warren, the Torres family after Sebastian was returned (and who could blame them for that?!) and a handful of other shady people who had their own things going on. Most people didn't, and Alex was likable and easy to talk to, so she thought she'd be able to get somewhere. But while she's talking to him, her phone pings and Alex just frowns at it when her eyes cast downward. Alex wouldn't be Alex if she's not multitasking.
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Then she was looking down at her phone with that look of her. The one that always appeared when some particularly disturbing piece of information was discovered. Seeing as they were discussing an illness that had become an epidemic, the frown was more worrying than usual. "What is it?"
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But Alex doesn't lie to him, and she's being better about avoiding the truth so she just frowns and shows him the conversation she's having with Victor. "Infection might be a moot point, considering everything. And I mean, I'm around people often enough that I could have come into contact with someone who had it and didn't know it. Maybe we should be quarentining you somewhere or something." As if they hadn't been together for hours already.
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He let out a heavy sigh, one that often came with news he either didn't want to share or when he was caught in a lie. "It's probably too late for that." Really, with her talking about trying to keep him safe from the virus (which was ridiculous, he didn't need protecting) it seemed like idiocy to keep the facts hidden from her now.
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"How long?" It's concern in her tone to match her frown as she moves her hand to his chin in order to look into his eyes and see if there's any sign of a fever in them. She wishes that she'd had a first aid kit or something, but beyond the small one with bandaids in her purse (just in case) she didn't have a thermometer or anything like that. She had advil, but that was it, and she didn't know if it would treat what it was that he'd had.
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Reaching up, he took her hand, squeezing it tight for a moment. His hands are warm too, which is probably better than when he felt like he was freezing. "I only recently put everything together. I'll be fine."
He believed that, that he'd be fine and recover. Warren wouldn't want him to die, just make him uncomfortable, maybe make it seem as if he were possibly going to die. Anything to get what he wanted out of him. "That doesn't mean I want you at risk."
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"Do you want some tea or something? I can grab you a glass of water and some advil in case it's a fever. I mean, it feels like a fever..." Alex for all of her mother henning doesn't exactly do this for anyone else often. Sure, she's propped up drunk people on their side with a bucket and water and advil, and she's made day and nyquil runs, but when she's sick Alex's idea is to just take nyquil and put on netflix and become a zombie.
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Honestly, if he could just rest against her. Lean against her and breath in the comforting scent that was Alex; he might feel a bit better. The thought sounded, sappy, but it was there, collecting inside his mind even though he knew that sort of comfort would do nothing for the actual illness. Besides, it would further risk her getting infected, and he refused to put her at that sort of risk, even if they didn't know if she was or not already. "It, comes and goes."
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"Come on," she said softly, moving so that her head hit the pillow facing his. "You should get some sleep. Sleep always helps with fighting off of infections." A little smile as she moved closer. "Besides, god knows we can always both do with extra sleep when it comes down to it." Because neither of them slept particularly well, they just couldn't with everything in their lives that was going on.
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After a few moments of silence, he made his decision. "I'll sleep in the chair." It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep with her, it was the most tempting thing in the world right now. It was that he couldn't. He refused to go against the logic that doing so would increase her risk of infection.
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And then she dropped her voice a bit, letting the concern come through. "You're not going to get any rest trying to sleep in a chair any time, never mind when you're six feet tall. Come on, if you want, I can go back down to my old room, but I'm not going to let you sleep try and rest in a chair." There may be a little more than a little bit of an unspoken 'you idiot' there, because well, he was being stupid and noble and he was doing it for no reason.
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He didn't answer her, just finally crawled his way up to the pillows and laid down. It was a gesture of defeat. Alex had won this argument; he didn't have it in him to continue, and he didn't want to walk out. It seemed a bit too childish this time.
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Once those are offered, Alex just traced her fingers across his face with a concerned smile. "Get some sleep. I love you, Richard and I'm definitely not going anywhere, okay? You don't go anywhere either."
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