[With him sitting on the floor like that, Alex just slips from the bed. Her movements are more graceful than they otherwise would be, stepping easily between the piles of things that he'd made. Normally it would have been far more of an issue, but Alex walked like it as though it was the parting of the sea.

Naked and not caring about it, or the stupid flowers that were now a tangled and matted mess in her hair, she just kneels down in front of him.

Carefully, gently, Alex reaches out and captures his chin, holding it and forcing him to look at her. The wreckage of the makeup is still present and there, but her eyes are calm. They're serene almost and when she wraps her arms around him, there's a calming hum to her tone. Just soft, just enough to soothe out some of his edges before she speaks, the same melodic notes there in her tone.]

I know you wouldn't, Richard. I know you wouldn't. And everything else can wait until you're you know, more you again.