Alex laid you down on the couch, bringing a cup of tea to your hands and guiding it to your mouth, observing your every move, his eyes analyzing you for even the slightest ounce of pain or discomfort.

“Leg still hurt?” He asked quietly, setting the cup on the coffee table. “Been there.”

He looked you over, making sure your scars and bruises were all tended to after the mission that had got you all wounded.

Alex sat down on a chair before you, resting his arms crossed. “How are you feeling?” Came after a slight moment of silence.