[Richard had known about Alex's not sleeping, he'd just tried to ignore it as best he could. It was better that way, or so he thought at the time. Now, he wondered how accurate that assessment had been. Letting her and her friends deal with her lack of sleep, not saying anything when he'd heard her sleep notes once he'd finally listened to the show. He probably should have done something, but that was in the past.
While he hadn't known about Alex and Amalia's relationship, it also wasn't something he should have been privy to at the time. And now it didn't matter. He trusted Alex not to be in a romantic relationship with anyone other than him. The rest, well, it was a different sort of surprise to him. The idea that Alex had been jealous, that she had already considered him a friend rather than a subject of the investigation.
Looking back, he supposed he should have seen it, known that Alex thought more of him than what he'd thought at the time, but he was too wrapped up in the correspondence with Coralee. The knowledge that she genuinely was alive; that he'd been right all along (not that it changed anything other than verify his beliefs).
They weren't then though; they were at now, and Alex meant so much more to him now than she had then. So he stood and made his way over to the couch where she was sitting. Crouching down, he reached out to brush stray hairs from her face before leaning in to kiss her forehead.]
You've always been important to me, that won't change.
[Granted, that importance had changed over the years. From a useful person who could help him find his missing wife, to a friend, to a woman who he couldn't help but love and worry over.
Since the moment Alex came into his life, she'd begun to overtake it, and somehow, he didn't mind.]
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While he hadn't known about Alex and Amalia's relationship, it also wasn't something he should have been privy to at the time. And now it didn't matter. He trusted Alex not to be in a romantic relationship with anyone other than him. The rest, well, it was a different sort of surprise to him. The idea that Alex had been jealous, that she had already considered him a friend rather than a subject of the investigation.
Looking back, he supposed he should have seen it, known that Alex thought more of him than what he'd thought at the time, but he was too wrapped up in the correspondence with Coralee. The knowledge that she genuinely was alive; that he'd been right all along (not that it changed anything other than verify his beliefs).
They weren't then though; they were at now, and Alex meant so much more to him now than she had then. So he stood and made his way over to the couch where she was sitting. Crouching down, he reached out to brush stray hairs from her face before leaning in to kiss her forehead.]
You've always been important to me, that won't change.
[Granted, that importance had changed over the years. From a useful person who could help him find his missing wife, to a friend, to a woman who he couldn't help but love and worry over.
Since the moment Alex came into his life, she'd begun to overtake it, and somehow, he didn't mind.]