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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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[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.

Made?

[Past tense has no place here. He'll always worry about her, it's second nature not. With his free hand, he brushes more hair from her face, frowning.]

[Alex gives him a quick flash of a grin before she kisses the back of his hand again.]

Okay, I'm sorry I make you worry about me, all the times forward and back. Better?

[Because it's Alex, she knows who she is and how she doesn't stop.]

It'd be better if you learned to use more restraint.

We both know that I can try, but I'm still me.

[She leaned up gingerly and kissed him lightly while she did it.]

But it doesn't mean that I love you any less.

[And honestly, it makes her more inclined to do stupid things when he's involved. Alex will always Alex in that regard.]

I'm well aware of that.

[He started rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.]

Good.

[Settling back into his lap, the word comes with a broad grin, as if something's been decided.]

Because they're both things that are equally true when it comes to me.

[Richard just lets out a heavy sigh. He's used to this by now.]

[Alex just matches his heavy sigh, and closes her eyes for a moment speaking with them still shut.]

Someday you're going to keep making that 'Alex Reagan is an idiot and why do I love her again?' face and it's going to freeze that way.

[She sounds amused, she can't help it.]

If you stopped making stupid choices you could save me that future.

[Nothing about stopping loving her, just her poor choices.]

If I stopped making stupid choices, you'd get bored.

[A beat, and a smirk.]

My making stupid choices keeps you young.

Around you, I doubt anyone could get bored.

Well, I know you'd never get bored. You like winding me up too much.

[He just smirks, not arguing with her comment. He does love winding her up.]

I don't even need to open my eyes, Dr. Strand. I can feel your smirk.

[But she's going to open one of them anyway with a little smirk of her own.]

Hobbies are important, Alex.

I'm aware. I'm just picturing how you'd put that on a form. "Hobbies: Winding up my partner and making her lose her composure in every way I can."

Some hobbies don't need stating.

What would you say for hobbies then, my love?

[She is so amused right now, and contented like a cat in his lap.]

The same thing I put on that stupid survey you made me take.