Room 220 | Afternoon | Tuesday | January 25

[fratboybitch]

Despite the fact that it didn't look so fucking cold outside, Alex still wasn't going to be venturing out to have a smoke until he was sure he wouldn't freeze his ass off. Sitting by the window, letting the smoke curl out into the crisp air was enough for him. It satisfied his addiction, gave him some fresh air and didn't turn his fingers blue

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[pastmewrong]

"Don't fall out."

It didn't really look like he was going to, but sleeping against the wall right by his window didn't seem like a great idea anyway.

... Not that she'd show concern or anything.

[fratboybitch]

Well, if anything, that was a great way to get him out of his doze. He jerked awake again, momentarily disoriented before he realized Effy was at the door.

He rubbed his eyes. "It's only two floors," he finally said. "I'd survive."

[pastmewrong]

"... Probably," she allowed, inviting herself in without prompting as usual. "But you're a bit shit at letting injuries heal, if I remember." That last time was partially down to her. But he was the idiot who decided that was the way to go.

[fratboybitch]

"It healed eventually," he said and rotated his shoulder just to illustrate that point. "Still got full range of motion and everything. Wouldn't wanna have to do all the fun things one handed."