I know. We need to talk about is. The real us whenever the hell is going on isn’t going on. But honestly.

[Alex just sighs for a moment, and looks down, trying to find the words for her that are her own and entirely free of what this is. What the bond between them is. How annoyingly right the bond between them actually feels. Because it does and Alex can’t deny that.

But she also can’t deny the flirting and everything else of the last two years. How deeply down the rabbit hole she’d gone with him. How deeply she’d gone down the rabbit hole for him honestly.]

But we’re something even without it. Even if we don’t know what that looks like right now.