Murmurs come from the room, and so Alex is not surprised when a body moves out the room, alert enough to notice Alex right away. The kid's still ass-naked, and seemingly comfortable with the fact. It's something Alex wishes he could take advantage of, in word or deed.

But as the cliches go, he's not in the mood.

He reaches to wrap a large hand around one of the kid's ankles, enjoying the simple touch of skin. "You're moving better," he says tiredly, though with actual joy on the edges. He moves on to answer. "Things are fine. Just more bullshit to add to the pile, you know."

Alex certainly doesn't look fine, and he's starting to realize that. But he really just wants to sit here right now. "And I didn't want to wake you while you were resting."