[Alex Reagan is not innocent in this. She'd never consider herself innocent in the clusterfuck that their relationship had been over the last few months. Bad decision after bad decision had been piled onto things, forcing against their friendship and whatever it was. The two of them could hardly be in the same room sometimes because if they were it was going to end up in biting, blinding angry and needing to retreat from one another so that they could have the room to lick the wounds that they'd caused one another in private.

Yes, she came back, but she'd also dragged him back. It might not quite have been kicking and screaming but Alex knows that it might as well have been close to it at points. Whatever reason there had been for her pressing against his boundaries, whatever was below the surface with the two of them Alex had done it. She'd done it willing, occasionally gleefully almost as she treated the tortured parts of his history like a gotcha moment. Alex had apologized for it the last time that they'd been together before their world had been shifted and whatever their normal had been had been torn into pieces by the appearance of men with guns.

And by his not dead wife. She couldn't forget that.

Even with all of that, Alex had been attracted to him. She had cared for him. She'd cared about him to a level that made her best friend nervous. And yes, Alex Reagan had most definitely wanted him sexually. It's not just thing between them that this place is making her want him.

She'd always wanted that. So with his skin against her neck, and with his words in her ears, Alex just whispers something that is most definitely, absurdly, and completely true.]

I want you, Richard. And whatever the hell is going on here in this place? It's not something that's new. It's not something that I just woke up with this morning with. It's been... a hell of a lot longer than that.