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Jan. 12th, 2018 10:25 am"It's nothing. Really."
Maybe a little inconveniencing. Maybe she doesn't share her personal space. Not so much well, as ever. As at all. Even with her people. Maybe she didn't miss the chance to smack Mick Rory on the back of his head for another one of those punchy comments about who and what she's doing with her bed. This one isn't even like the last one. Even if she's totally seen Alex around here.
Even if Alex's real world, heartbroken over her ex, fall apart overreaction about a random roll in the sheets was a reminder both of what she's been missing in the last few years, running from, avoiding -- just as much as why she doesn't do these things in her own sandbox. At least not one she has to live in for more than three or four days.
Still. This? This is nothing.
She can throw a pillow at Oliver's head and roll her eyes.
It's nothing. It's just business. Helping out a friend.
Maybe a little inconveniencing. Maybe she doesn't share her personal space. Not so much well, as ever. As at all. Even with her people. Maybe she didn't miss the chance to smack Mick Rory on the back of his head for another one of those punchy comments about who and what she's doing with her bed. This one isn't even like the last one. Even if she's totally seen Alex around here.
Even if Alex's real world, heartbroken over her ex, fall apart overreaction about a random roll in the sheets was a reminder both of what she's been missing in the last few years, running from, avoiding -- just as much as why she doesn't do these things in her own sandbox. At least not one she has to live in for more than three or four days.
Still. This? This is nothing.
She can throw a pillow at Oliver's head and roll her eyes.
It's nothing. It's just business. Helping out a friend.
