His brows sail even higher. "What do you mean, you have no idea where that came from?"
The question itself may come off as accusatory, but his tone is more confused with a touch of dubiousness. With all the (more than usual) bizarre shit happening recently, should he suspect foul play...?
Sullied glove off and held from one of the fingers in his other hand, Alex quickly shoves his bare hand into the warmth of his pocket. Immediately, he feels compelled to blurt, "I burned my bridge with Vin because I'm afraid of pulses that change who we are."
It doesn't take even a second for the color to figuratively drain from his face. He stares at Nick, breath temporarily caught. If his heart were still one to beat, it would have skipped one.
Hastily, he adds, "Something's not right. Something-- something's doing some-- I mean-- Fuck." He runs his fingers through his hair, clearly agitated. "Magic, monster, something."
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The question itself may come off as accusatory, but his tone is more confused with a touch of dubiousness. With all the (more than usual) bizarre shit happening recently, should he suspect foul play...?
Sullied glove off and held from one of the fingers in his other hand, Alex quickly shoves his bare hand into the warmth of his pocket. Immediately, he feels compelled to blurt, "I burned my bridge with Vin because I'm afraid of pulses that change who we are."
It doesn't take even a second for the color to figuratively drain from his face. He stares at Nick, breath temporarily caught. If his heart were still one to beat, it would have skipped one.
Hastily, he adds, "Something's not right. Something-- something's doing some-- I mean-- Fuck." He runs his fingers through his hair, clearly agitated. "Magic, monster, something."