Breath tight, heart thudding painfully in his chest - yep, he sure is a haggard, paranoid mess at the moment. Shut up, you don't get to judge him, or blame him, you have no idea what he's been through, and - and -
And it takes him a moment to realize that his self-righteous diatribe is both in his head and wholly irrelevant.
Tall guy. Standing there like a gun pointed to his face means nothing. Alex blinks a few times, rapidly. Damon. Vampire. Right.
The gun lowers slowly.
"How long've I been gone?" His voice is rough, scratched at the edges from shouting, as if his vocal cords are bleeding.
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And it takes him a moment to realize that his self-righteous diatribe is both in his head and wholly irrelevant.
Tall guy. Standing there like a gun pointed to his face means nothing. Alex blinks a few times, rapidly. Damon. Vampire. Right.
The gun lowers slowly.
"How long've I been gone?" His voice is rough, scratched at the edges from shouting, as if his vocal cords are bleeding.