LOL I’m gonna have to say NOT Kelley, based off this segment I like to call:

Kelley manhandling Alex for several minutes straight!

meanwhile this was Alex after Kelley suffered a *minor head injury during her 100th cap game:

hidden in the depths of himself beneath the callous exterior resided a heart. though it was not common practice to express such sensitives or emotions aloud lest he desired to strike out the reputation of which proceeded him; he could be forgiven for feeling when it came to aleks. most would assume it to be nothing more than a bond between a leader and a follower. but it had more value and worth than most relationships in a scene as ruthless as los santos. an automatic response to such a confrontation had been to become aggressive, a common instinctual response elicited by any father who had bared witness to their child’s suffering. 

though there had been no intention to express that aggression toward the adolescent, there existed little chance to disguise the emotion for it had swelled within his stomach and waited to burst. “you need to be more cautious about the people that you’re making..” a pause, hands rose from jean pockets for index and middle fingers to express emphasis on the next word. “friends.” bourbon hues examined the wound on the adolescent’s stance and the wound that’d appeared upon once pristine flesh. though he had protested otherwise, jordan was aware that beneath the air of confidence with which he spoke, he was anything but okay.

“where else are you hurt, aleksandr?” a pause, expectant that the truth would not reveal itself even if it were at the cost of the young man’s pride. “you’re not in trouble but i had presumed that we had progressed beyond the stage in which you lied to me.”

... I.... am going to sleep after this one.