You and Alex were very much an odd pair. He was big, broad, and rather cheeky, sunny and sweet. You preferred to keep to yourself, only speaking when required.

A lot of people called you his black cat, and on the flip side he was your golden retriever. One evening after a mission, he approached you, rocking on his heel and his prosthetic leg.

"Are you busy?" He practically had an invisible puppy tail wagging. Alex was always happy to see you. You were his favorite person.