Alex does go and grab him water, leaving the door to the bathroom open as she did it. The last thing that she wants is for him to think that she’s tying to leave again. When she comes back out, Alex just perches on the edge of the bed next to him and she digs out the Advil bottle. “Here. This might help. At least with some of the physical stuff anyway.” The rest of it, Alex doesn’t know.
Philosophy has never been Alex Reagan’s strong suit; that was always in the purview of one Richard Strand. Her strong suit is seeing the connections between things and Alex makes another one because they probably weren’t really all that far from the caves at Bath where they’d first gotten the images of what this ritual of Warren’s might entail. It’s something that she files away for later as she shifts on the bed so that she’s half-turned towards him and can look at him.
Born in a Seattle forest that was Richard Strand’s backyard and he doesn’t know how to handle any of it. Honestly Alex feels almost like she’s imprinted on him like some sort of baby duck.
But maybe she’s the only one who can help him because of the way that Richard had demanded that he not hurt her. Unless she leaves or lies. Which is fine.
All of this is fine.
Letting out a soft sigh, Alex just nods to him. “I think everyone feels that way sometimes. Our brains and our thoughts are like infinite but our bodies aren’t. And there’s other things that affect them. Like the world and people’s place in it. What they’re supposed to be and what they’re supposed to be doing. But struggling with it is very very...” Alex can’t say what it is but she thinks that she doesn’t have to because what it is is human to do it.
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Alex does go and grab him water, leaving the door to the bathroom open as she did it. The last thing that she wants is for him to think that she’s tying to leave again. When she comes back out, Alex just perches on the edge of the bed next to him and she digs out the Advil bottle. “Here. This might help. At least with some of the physical stuff anyway.” The rest of it, Alex doesn’t know.
Philosophy has never been Alex Reagan’s strong suit; that was always in the purview of one Richard Strand. Her strong suit is seeing the connections between things and Alex makes another one because they probably weren’t really all that far from the caves at Bath where they’d first gotten the images of what this ritual of Warren’s might entail. It’s something that she files away for later as she shifts on the bed so that she’s half-turned towards him and can look at him.
Born in a Seattle forest that was Richard Strand’s backyard and he doesn’t know how to handle any of it. Honestly Alex feels almost like she’s imprinted on him like some sort of baby duck.
But maybe she’s the only one who can help him because of the way that Richard had demanded that he not hurt her. Unless she leaves or lies. Which is fine.
All of this is fine.
Letting out a soft sigh, Alex just nods to him. “I think everyone feels that way sometimes. Our brains and our thoughts are like infinite but our bodies aren’t. And there’s other things that affect them. Like the world and people’s place in it. What they’re supposed to be and what they’re supposed to be doing. But struggling with it is very very...” Alex can’t say what it is but she thinks that she doesn’t have to because what it is is human to do it.