Okay.

[Alex just leans over and presses a kiss to the top of his head as she stands up slowly. It makes sense that he would want her in his space, but hers is... Well, better but she's not going to open things up to such a terrible argument when the wreckage of the last is still around her.

But she does pack a bag, even if her normal clothing feels really odd to her. Frowning at it as she throws button downs and blazers and jeans into the bag, she just looks to him, confusion warring with annoyance through their bond.]

You know. I think I have to go to the market, Richard. None of these things feel right and I don't like it. This is what I wear. It's what I've worn forever and...

[She just rubbed the mark on her neck absently, before letting a brightly colored shirt just drop onto the bed.]