John would have his fair share of bite marks as well. Alex is definitely a biter. But she sits up when he pulls away, studying him for a moment before she shook her head. "No, no regrets. I mean, that's one good thing about this. No strings attached, just fun." Because that's all it was. The two of them weren't dating, and they weren't in love with one another, it was just a booty call.

That said, Alex did consider him a friend, and she cared about him, which was why she was watching him so intently. At her very core, Alex was a reporter who was good at reading people, and she could see deflection coming from two miles out. He was only a few feet from her at the moment.

"You?" She asked softly, and then sat up a bit too, dragging the blanket with her for a bit of warmth rather than any sort of modesty. They'd spent the night together and were adults, he'd seen all of Alex before. And then without waiting for him to respond she just offers: "you know if you need an ear, I'm a good listener. And you really don't seem all that alright."