help me -- private / hazel

So she wasn't upset with his sudden visit, that was good. Relief washed over him, and his tensed shoulders relaxed and sank slightly. "I'm still getting used to that idea, talking to people." He confessed, gently taking a step in and removing himself from the door frame, his heart beat pulsing, growing steadily aggressive with each passing anxious moment. And that wasn't Hazel's fault, it was just the idea of being in the presence of another and himself only. "I'm what they call...socially inept."

But he did eventually close the door, at least for the most part, leaving it somewhat cracked as he had yet to shake off the feeling of intrusion on his part. Alex was careful upon sitting, taking a few minutes to adjust to the concept of all this, feeling strange that he wasn't on his own, locked up in his room. Come to think of it, this was the only other room besides his own that he'd been in, that belonged to someone. But he did relax in due time, quiet for a moment to truly think about his answer. "Suite is tired, miserable. Marg is gone, all that. Roy seems more aggressive. Versailles..." Alex went quiet again, but this time for a different reason. "Vi is hiding something, something is causing her pain." Physical pain judging by her flinching. He stared at the wall ahead of him, brown eyes glossing over while he did so, as if he wasn't staring at the wall at all, simply in it's direction. "And myself. It feels like I'm watching this all from another perspective, outside of my body." Perhaps that was too sudden to be conveying to her, but like he'd thought before, she was the only one he felt was still grounded. He shivered violently, suddenly from a cold chill, rubbing the back of his neck. "Aha, sorry. It's weird, isn't it?"

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