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Who Alex Reagan and You.
What: Alex needing company while she's being bored out of her mind and supposed to be taking it easy for a week.
When: Whenever you want it set for this week period!
Where: ~~Howard's~~ her and Strand's house
Warnings: None.

[Alex Reagan was not a still person by any means. She was someone who normally was a ball of energy, even when she was entirely sleep deprived and exhibiting all sort of bad judgment. Even the nights where she couldn't sleep, Alex got up, did work, did something so she wasn't just... laying there and not doing anything. This was something that she was seriously having a problem with after she'd spent the first day following the rescue basically sleeping and not being aware of the world. But now that at least some of that sleep debt had been paid off, Alex was bored, and restless and had proclaimed to Richard that she was losing her mind more than once.

Because she'd tried to work, he'd taken away her devices, which reminded her of being home when she was supposed to not use her electronics after ten pm. It was frustrating, because she was a god damn adult, but she'd also agreed to take it easy if he didn't push for her to go to the hospital. It wasn't Alex's fault that she couldn't manage to simply be stubborn and wear him down until he let her go back to normal. Nope, it was all Richard's.

Still, she'd managed to compromise for the big and comfy sofa and company so it wasn't a total loss. After all, she'd declared, that she didn't want random people in their bedroom, and she knew that he'd agreed, because well, Strand was private, save for when Alex put him under a microscope and she was making a good faith effort not to do that anymore. At least not here.

So, when people showed up to the stupidly ornate Victorian house that was still in the process of being put together inside, they were greeted by a annoyed Strand who informed them that "The insufferable one is over there on the couch. You deal with her. You may need wine, or scotch." Before he retreated to a nearby room. And when they came into the living room, Alex was propped up on pillows, and her bruises were in various shades of fading, and she just chirped out as if they were her best friend in the world even though they may not be:]

Hey!

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Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of us running away together?

[They'd just find them and take them to Geneva anyway, or take her and try to force him to come after - which he would.]

Of course not. I'm going to buzz out the name of the city where I bought tickets to before it even gets to Nic or I upload it in the cloud. So I mean he can start to try and track us all he wants, but MK will be doing her thing to block us once we get on a flight. Either flight actually.

[Alex just grinned up at him for a minute before she stroked his cheek.]

I did think this through, you know. When I say I'm giving you a choice I mean it.

[Part of him wants to point out that it's really the illusion of a choice. Richard has almost never had a single choice in his life. He knows that now. Still, another part of him wants to believe that there's really a choice in the whole thing, and he knows Alex wants to believe that. So instead of speaking the obvious, he sighs instead.]

It seems, very thorough.

[Alex just sighed in response to his sigh, and she traced her fingertips along the back of his hand for a moment, almost as if she was re-memorizing them before she spoke softly, some amusement in her tone.]

You don't need to sound so surprised, Richard. I mean it's not like I ever do anything halfway. I always throw myself into things whole-assed, so of course I tried to think of everything that I could.

[But Alex wasn't him or Warren, and she worried about something that she might have missed.]

I'm just, concerned.

[About Warren, about the demon in her room. He's even worried about Howard and Coralee, who, if he goes with Alex, will be at the mercy of Warren. Not that, of course, they hadn't already been, seeing as they were working for him. This time was different though. They were hostages to bring him to Geneva; but what would happen to them if he didn't go?

What would happen to Alex if he did?]

I know. [Alex's voice is soft, and she reaches her fingers up from where she's laying in his lap to brush them along his cheek with a small frown.] I know you're concerned. I am too. I wouldn't be doing all of this if I wasn't.

[He was worried about her, and she was worried about him. If it came down to it, Alex knew without a doubt what she would do if she needed to. In the end, to save him, she'd step in front of whatever bullet that Thomas Warren had his name on, and she wouldn't let him open the door. Not even for her. Especially not for her, honestly. That was something else that she'd considered. In the months since she'd gotten her memories back, Alex had been thinking a lot about it.

And now a lot about the possibility of staying here. Her voice is soft when she adds:]

I just want you to be safe, my Richard.

I'm not the one who makes rash choices.

[He lets his fingers move through her hair, brushing it over her shoulder and out of her face.

He knew exactly what she was thinking, and he hated it. She shouldn't have to think about losing her life for him. He wouldn't let it.]

I'm not the one he's after.

[It's simple and matter of fact. The demon in her room had been a warning that he could get to her if he wanted too, and was something that he had done to either scare her into staying or scare her into going. But either way, Richard was the one that he'd had intentions on for his entire life. So maybe he acting rashly would be the thing that saves him. She could live with that. Or die with that, honestly.

But Alex doesn't want a fight, not at all. So she just closes her eyes for a moment, a little smile on her face as she just enjoys that before she changes the subject. ]

So what other food-based things I don't know about you, Richard?

[He can tell a redirect when he hears one, he's given them enough times himself, after all.]

What do you want to know?

[It is not Alex's most subtle redirect, honestly, and if she wasn't currently broken ribbed and concussed and on a fair amount of painkillers, Alex might have felt bad about it. But she didn't, so she was just going to go with it if he let her.]

Favorite comfort meal?

[Richard smirks slightly, but keeps his mouth shut, at least on the answer.]

Do you really want to know?

[His voice is low and teasing.]

[Alex doesn't need to have her eyes open to see that smirk, she can hear it in his voice and lazily she opens her eyes with one of her own.]

When have I ever asked you a question I didn't want an answer to, Richard?

[Even if he didn't want to give her one.]

Breaking your composure.

[He's very pleased with that answer. Especially with how disturbing the idea of him eating emotions is.]

[Alex can't even say anything, she's just going to dissolve into giggles.]

[He'll enjoy her laughing, still running fingers through her hair. He wasn't completely lying though. Alex expressing her emotions was something that comforted him.]

[Alex doesn't laugh for as long or as deeply as she normally would because of her ribs, but she's smirking up at him after a moment.]

I don't know if I'd buy it as your favorite comfort food. Your favorite game, maybe.

Can't it be both?

Well, okay, I guess I'll allow it...

[It's easy to beam up at him for a moment.]

Makes it hard to get someone to cook it for you though.

[Alex had already told him hers when she'd asked for grilled cheese and tomato soup when he was carrying her out of the cave.]

[He shrugs.]

I prefer to let it simmer till I'm ready for it.

Really? Cause I thought you do it at every chance you get.

You don't want to see me do it every chance I get.

No, you're right, I probably really don't.

[Even though she's not actually laughing, it's there in her voice.]

I'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe to match the color scheme.

[Of crimson.]

It would save you on sunscreen.

[She'd already be a lobster.]

No it wouldn't, I'd just burn twice as fast and be as grumpy as you are all the time.

[A beat and Alex is going to make a face.]

Also? Wrinkles.

I think I see some actually.