"I'm not sad! I'm angry!" Alex flinches when the cups shatter, she can't help it. She's shaking with the emotion, and she's still scared and yes, she's still sad too because this whole thing is a lot and Richard is still gone and they're going to Geneva and Jesus Christ she's going to fucking punch Simon in the face.
She's starting to think that he set her up for this, which seems crazy but also seems right. Both crazy and right have been Alex's natural state for three years; why should this be any different.
"You're treating me like I'm a pet! That's what you're doing wrong. Jesus Azazel, Richard could be an asshole, but he didn't order me around. And who's clothes are they upstairs anyway?"
He'd told her to stay so Alex immediately takes two steps towards him. The fast way to Alex to do something was to tell her that she couldn't do it. And it didn't matter if he was scary or not, if this situation was insane or not; Alex Reagan is still Alex Reagan.
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She's starting to think that he set her up for this, which seems crazy but also seems right. Both crazy and right have been Alex's natural state for three years; why should this be any different.
"You're treating me like I'm a pet! That's what you're doing wrong. Jesus Azazel, Richard could be an asshole, but he didn't order me around. And who's clothes are they upstairs anyway?"
He'd told her to stay so Alex immediately takes two steps towards him. The fast way to Alex to do something was to tell her that she couldn't do it. And it didn't matter if he was scary or not, if this situation was insane or not; Alex Reagan is still Alex Reagan.