Alex rolled onto his back. He felt restless and exhausted and, generally, like shit and there was any number of things he could blame it on but he kind of felt like he was going crazy, like he was crawling out of his skinw ithout actually doing so and more often than not he wanted to rip himself apart. Ugh.
He listened to the ringback on the other end, foot bouncing.
"Hey, Jenna, it's Alex. I know you like... want me to talk to Geller and all and I'm working on that. I swear to God he said everything was okay though, last time we talked... Uhm, anyway, this isn't about that. I was wondering if you like... if you knew anyone that could make clothes? Because I have this idea... I mean, it kind of scares me but I think it's a good idea and I wanna do it the first time we play at Betwixt and Between after it's open, and like... I need someone that can make clothes. I think we have enough to pay for it but I don't even know what shit like that costs. We could buy all the fabric and stuff? Or... I don't know. I just fail at shit like that. I couldn't sew a sock puppet to save my life, so like... yeah. If you know someone, if you could like pass it on to me, that'd be awesome."
The minute she heard the voice, she understood. It didn't matter what Alex was saying, this had to stop.
"Alex. Stop. Why are you calling me? Why do you keep calling me? At this point you are disrespecting me. All you seem to care about is yourself, you don't give a shit about me or my life. If you did, you would leave me alone and let me live it. You calling me isn't a big reminder, it isn't painful, it's a fucking nuisance, Alex. Just....stop."
She ended the call. He could get mad or he could get glad, but the one thing he was going to get was she was done being jabbed at by him over something that was a serious mistake at a time when she was half out of her mind.
But the line was dead. Alex frowned and looked at his phone, feeling a sudden and overwhelming hurt. Jenna told him they could still be friends... right? He swore he remembered that conversation and he was pretty fucking sure it hadn't happened in his head. But now it was like... like he was harassing her. Was he? He'd just wanted some help, or like, a phone number or a name or something. He hadn't called to jab her about anything... she was just the only person he knew that might know someone that made clothes.
Nuisance. He was a nuisance to her, a disrespectful one apparently. His thumb slid over the little keyboard that popped up when he started a text message.
'Sorry.'
Even if she never looked at it, at least he'd tried. He turned off his phone and let it drop to the foor, then curled up on his side. Nuisance. A fucking nuisance. He curled around himself and felt the sharp, gnawing want for something to take him out of this.
-As if Milo knew he was just suddenly at the open door to Alex's room knocking at it with a thick hand. Maybe he did know on some level. He had claimed Alex, his beast was attuned to him both as his King and because he'd marked the boy with his energy. Or maybe it was all a bit of pure dumb luck. Dumb luck had gotten Milo through more than one scrape over the years. Stepping through the door without waiting for the knock to be answered he stalked over to the bed and poked at Alex's back where the boy was curled up like a pill bug.-
"Unless it's a bottle of tequila and your sudden decision that maybe right now would be an awesome time to get drunk, 'm not sure I'm in the mood for any more surprises," he mumbled, curling tighter around himself. His stomach hurt, and he was kind of sure it was going to crawl out of him somehow if he didn't stay just like this.
After a moment he slowly turned over, looking at Milo before he finally uncurled enough to sit up and get out of bed. "What is it?"
