“I hate you. So why do I feel so nervous around you?”

Alex groans, his head in his hands as he mutters to himself, your still unconscious and bleeding body bandaged and treated lying on his couch.

“You’re so.. annoying. I despise your face.”

He grumbles, glancing over to see that you’ve begun to wake up, resentment filling your eyes as you go to reach for your dagger, only to find it’s been taken off of your hip.