Relief floods her. Alex can’t help it. She’s not wrong when she worries about the fact that she’d would in fact end up losing the battle that Richard had either won or lost depending on the viewpoint that he’s taking right now.
But Alex isn’t an idiot. She knows Richard, she knows what she’d heard from Azazel and Alex knows that what he wants to do is open the door for her anyway if only so he wouldn’t be so alone.
Richard had saved her earlier, and he’s still saving her and a part of it breaks her heart. And a part of her is extremely relieved that at least that piece of him is still there.
Without thinking about it, Alex rises to, her clothing rumpled from travel and from the forest and from sleeping in it. Richard Strand would never be caught dead looking like this and she knows it. It’s just another way that he’s still like himself even if he’s not exactly himself. Alex just puts her hand on his cheek again and without thinking at all about it, or why she’s doing it she just presses her lips to his own.
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But Alex isn’t an idiot. She knows Richard, she knows what she’d heard from Azazel and Alex knows that what he wants to do is open the door for her anyway if only so he wouldn’t be so alone.
Richard had saved her earlier, and he’s still saving her and a part of it breaks her heart. And a part of her is extremely relieved that at least that piece of him is still there.
Without thinking about it, Alex rises to, her clothing rumpled from travel and from the forest and from sleeping in it. Richard Strand would never be caught dead looking like this and she knows it. It’s just another way that he’s still like himself even if he’s not exactly himself. Alex just puts her hand on his cheek again and without thinking at all about it, or why she’s doing it she just presses her lips to his own.