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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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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.

Oh you do not. Don't try to give your injured and drugged Alex a complex, Richard.

[And her head in his lap means she's just the right height for poking him.]

[He gestures to swat her hand before deciding to hold it instead.]

Considering the number of people you've already done that to, it seems a service.

I don't give people complexes over gray hair or wrinkles, Richard Strand.

[The words are matter of fact when she brushes her thumb across the back of is hand.]

No, just about you.

[There's a slight frown on his face. He knew she wasn't sleeping, at least back home. Thankfully, he can get her to sleep here. One way or another.]

[That makes her frown.]

Did you have a complex about me? Like before?

[Alex has even less of a filter than normal when she's drugged up and has broken ribs and is finally not bored.]

I tried to remain, uninvolved.

[Which really meant that he did. Especially after he actually started asking questions.]

If it helps, I definitely had a complex about you.

[See that whole dragging him back to the world of the living, and feeding him and the like.]

But I'm sorry I made you worry about me.