Yes. [It’s very easy for Alex to agree with him in that. Easier than most things were.
She wraps her arms around him more tightly and looks up into his face.]
I think. I think we’ve kind of always been heading there, haven’t we? Even with everything else that happened, there was always us and this at the center of it.
[There’s a little pause, and Alex speaks softly almost in a way that seems kind of like confession.]
I actually almost thought you were going to kiss me that night after Coralee. When we were drinking and talking.
[That day when Coralee had tried to take his hand. She'd tried to convince her to come with him. He hadn't told Alex that. He hadn't told her that she had told him that Alex - sitting in the house - was a liability. Maybe that had been what ignited something in his chest. The honest knowledge that he was ready to hit his wife.
Ex wife.
That had been terrifying. He made the decision to be a gentle man and turn away, bury his rage. And Alex had looked so sad. Running his thumb over her cheek he holds her tighter.]
Yes. [Alex just agrees softly and leans up to press her lips against his own, giving him the kiss that she’d wanted to give him that night as the two of them had sat on their sides of Ruby’s reclaimed sofa and looked at one another over increasingly tall glasses of Howard’s best whiskey.
Alex had said in the show that it was hard to see him pulled apart like that. And it was true. It had been true and continued to be true as the two of them were here in this weird place with the connection between them made manifest in whatever way this place had to do it.
It’s funny. Even with that connection and how it wants to write the narrative of them being something they weren’t even at the base of it. They were still them. Just then with a bonus.
Maybe that was something that was good about this place, other than the fact that they were here with each other.]
And I’m going to keep kissing you, Dr. Strand. I hope you’re aware of that.
[The was Alex, teasing him gently. This was Alex being herself.]
Wow, you say that as if I don't know you, my Richard.
[The words are light and teasing, because Alex Reagan is most assuredly aware of the kind of the man that Richard is, and she definitely loves him anyway. He can be a complete asshole, but he's her complete asshole, even if it means that she needs to share him with the specter of Coralee and the shade of Warren hovering over them.
Alex just lays her head against his chest, with a smile.]
We'll make it work, and you're forgetting one thing, my Hades. I'm persistent and annoying and I called you eleven times. Imagine what I can do with just a wall between us.
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Yes. [It’s very easy for Alex to agree with him in that. Easier than most things were.
She wraps her arms around him more tightly and looks up into his face.]
I think. I think we’ve kind of always been heading there, haven’t we? Even with everything else that happened, there was always us and this at the center of it.
[There’s a little pause, and Alex speaks softly almost in a way that seems kind of like confession.]
I actually almost thought you were going to kiss me that night after Coralee. When we were drinking and talking.
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Ex wife.
That had been terrifying. He made the decision to be a gentle man and turn away, bury his rage. And Alex had looked so sad. Running his thumb over her cheek he holds her tighter.]
I've kissed you now. All that matters is now.
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Yes. [Alex just agrees softly and leans up to press her lips against his own, giving him the kiss that she’d wanted to give him that night as the two of them had sat on their sides of Ruby’s reclaimed sofa and looked at one another over increasingly tall glasses of Howard’s best whiskey.
Alex had said in the show that it was hard to see him pulled apart like that. And it was true. It had been true and continued to be true as the two of them were here in this weird place with the connection between them made manifest in whatever way this place had to do it.
It’s funny. Even with that connection and how it wants to write the narrative of them being something they weren’t even at the base of it. They were still them. Just then with a bonus.
Maybe that was something that was good about this place, other than the fact that they were here with each other.]
And I’m going to keep kissing you, Dr. Strand. I hope you’re aware of that.
[The was Alex, teasing him gently. This was Alex being herself.]
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[He offered her his familiar chuckle, loosening his grip to gently cradle her against him.]
Or seduce. So I have to give you credit where credit is due.
[His wicked tone softens into something unsure. Something gentle.]
But we are living next to each other. It's not going to be hard to be together. In this...dream space.
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[The words are light and teasing, because Alex Reagan is most assuredly aware of the kind of the man that Richard is, and she definitely loves him anyway. He can be a complete asshole, but he's her complete asshole, even if it means that she needs to share him with the specter of Coralee and the shade of Warren hovering over them.
Alex just lays her head against his chest, with a smile.]
We'll make it work, and you're forgetting one thing, my Hades. I'm persistent and annoying and I called you eleven times. Imagine what I can do with just a wall between us.