He blinked at the screen, it was Friends, though he didn’t expect anything less. He released a sigh as Chandler made an unfunny joke, but he smiled and turned his head towards Roxy, a few strands of blonde falling over his eyes. His hair was longer now, curling lightly around his ears and down the base of his neck, he would cut it eventually, but right now he just wanted to play house while they could. She didn’t care about his hair. ”We can keep it, till i’m over bored.” His eyes focused on her mouth, at the face she was making and he shook his head, still smirking. Some things would never change. “Then we’ll put on a thriller.” Alex brought his hand over to Roxy’s knee and squeezed it through the blanket.
He wondered why Roxy let him just lead her away from Olympus, Alex wasn’t quite right since the battle—could they even call it that? He was betrayed by his house mates, torn apart by the words of would be friends. He stared at the moving pictures along the screen, he could barely make anything out since his mind already started to reel there was no turning back now. After the second end of the titans, he was sad, sad all the time, he wanted to give up his role as house head. He wanted to leave. Then there was Hunter, he couldn’t leave him—but then again he was already gone by then and Alex was just making excuses. Roxy, too, though she came back to him in the end, back to Olympus. He doesn’t like to think about what would happen if she stayed gone any longer.
He shut his eyes for a brief moment, hoping in the back of his mind that Roxy didn’t see all the thinking that he was doing. His mind took him back to a cold evening, one that was cold for Alabama. He had no jacket because a too familiar blonde had stolen his heart and that alone made him give up the cover he had. He huffed out a breath of apartment lived in air, opening his eyes as he saw the flicker of a strange hat behind his lids. When he looked forward at the television again, he almost thought he saw the visible breath he had on that cool night.
"Roxy." He said, turning his body towards her, crunching up his limbs so that all of him could fit on his corner of the couch. "Do you ever wonder what’s going to happen next?" He asked honestly. "I mean I’m going to have to contact my Mother eventually and she’ll want to meet you and what not." He wanted to sink into the couch cushions, though he didn’t really want to know what was there since the two of them picked it out at a garage sale and there was a very slim chance there wasn’t something living in there.
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