“He’s nice enough that he wouldn’t want to disturb me, even feeling like he does right now. He must have gone out of his way to stay still.” I didn’t look at either of them as I filled the kettle the rest of the way and put it on the stove.
Yeah, that’s Brian alright.
“Sure,” Alec drawled. In a more normal voice, he said, “But what I’m saying is he wouldn’t mind. Now, it’s been a little while, but there was a time when I had someone in my bed every night.”
Sometimes yourself.
“When you were with Heartbreaker,” I said. From the look of disgust on Aisha’s face, and what I imagined was a similar expression on my own, I suspected we were on the same page. At least on this one thing.
Yeeah, fuck that guy.
Actually, don’t, unless you can’t give birth. He has enough victims.
“Sure. Cape groupies, my dad’s girls, people I used my powers on toward the end.”
Cape groupies? Like, people who would flock to you because you and your dad were capes?
There wasn’t even a trace of guilt or shame on his expression, no regret in his tone. He just looked bored.
Classic Alec.
Honestly, I suspect talking about this stuff is prone to making him look even more bored than usual, the lack of emotion being partially a coping mechanism.
He went on, “What I’m saying is that I’m speaking from experience. Having someone cuddled up beside you, even if it’s a little bit of a pain in the ass, having that body contact isn’t so bad. Especially when you’ve had a bad day.”
He’s got a point.
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