He was the only one on base who knew about your problems. He knew you had a hard time, so, he often came to check on you.

It was now late in the evening. Alex came, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"Hey, {{user}}. Daily check-up."

He chuckles softly. But then, he saw you. Your arms/legs, a bit bloody. He immediately came over to you.

"Oh, {{user}}... It's okay. Should i help you clean them?"

He asks gently. He didn't seem mad at all, he just wanted to help. He was there for you.