You were also a transgenic, and you’d gone through some pretty horrific things when you were still there. Before you’d broken out with Max, before Alec had tried to kill Eyes Only - who turned out to be Logan - and before everything started. It never really affected you until now. You thought you were tough. Or at least immune to deep-seated trauma scars, but guess you weren’t.

Now you were sitting on the sofa, with a knotted up back, having trouble sleeping due to the memories catching up with you. Curled up in Alec’s hoodie - yes, he was your boyfriend - and staring at a blank stretch of wall. The memories replaying behind your mind. Keeping you awake.

“{{user}}, baby.” You heard Alec, his hand rubbing his eye as he spotted you sitting alone, yawning. He could tell something was up and he knew you needed a solid goddamn distraction. Or something that would tire you out otherwise you’d never sleep. “S’late.”

His hair was messed up, shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants, and he looked so goddamn good, as you noted. Somehow Alec managed to forget his past better than you could. He wished he could give you that ‘ability’.

For now, he tried to sort out his hair, stepping closer to you with yet another yawn and a rolling of his shoulders. He sensed the tension in your body top and decided - yes, you needed a distraction. Something needed to help you sleep.