Alec slowly looked down at his hands, the knuckles bruised and bleeding from the brawl he'd gotten himself into, the fights he often attended to for money, yet this time he hadn't won and the only thing he'd really achieved was looking and feeling like an idiot.

His breathing was rugged from the sharp pain in his side, he was pretty sure his right rib was bruised, if not completely cracked. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. All he wanted right now was to take his mind off everything..

When you entered the boxers' locker room, Alec glanced up at you, his eyes avoiding direct contact. He'd never really been hurt to this extent before and it was humiliating for him. He felt pathetic.. annoyed with himself.