closed starter for @hyxnjxn || location: their apartment
The last couple of days have been difficult, to say the least. Alex found himself accidentally involved in the middle of it all (it always happened to him), having meaningful relationships with all the people involved. He was hurting for his friends (who were hurting too), being close to both Kal and Rylan. And he was also extremely conflicted about how to feel about Lucifer right now, a person he thought so highly of before finding a harsh dark truth. Maybe it was his own fault for failing his own ‘trust nobody’ rule, but he owed the older man so much, and he had been nothing but kind and supportive towards him: that he didn’t have any reasons to think any less of him (till now). Alex understood everyone’s reasons, not that it justified any of the shit that happened... he simply understood. Maybe that was his problem: he always felt too much. When he cared for someone: he felt for them so deeply.
All that was left for him was keeping it professional at work with Lucifer, and support Kal and Rylan separately. Seeing Kal this injured made his heart feel so heavy. Kal had become someone Alex grew really fond of in such a short amount of time. Sure, in the past he had (few) people he liked to be around: but since he had Millie, she had always been his only real friend. And now that she was gone... well, he was so lonely, till he moved here and was forced to spend time with three amazing humans. Kal being the first one he allowed himself to get close to, someone who brought him out of his shell (against his will, but still). He was possibly the first friend Alex had made in his entire life, and he appreciated him a lot, even if he barely ever told him. His protective nature causing him to now take care of him the same way he had taken care of his sister when she broke her arm back in sophomore year of high school. “Here. This should help you a little”, he said with a small smile as he placed the bowls of soup he had just made for dinner in the table. Sitting opposite of him right after. “How are you holding up?”
