Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Alex didn't give his own family much thought in that regard; he and Annie never talked about it when they texted or Facetimed, but he could read between the lines, hear it in her voice or see it in her surroundings: the nice house, the fashionable clothing, the braces she hadn't had three months ago. The changes were subtle, but they were there. Money had definitely changed his own family, and it didn't bother him that he'd been cut out of it because he was proud he was making it on his own. Nearly a year, now, with a steady job and a place to live that he was responsible for. Sure, he'd gotten help along the way, but even when he had found out about his family winning the lottery, asking for one penny had been the furthest thing from his mind. Sure, Annie had offered, but Alex had turned her down. He was fine. "If you've never seen Mal smile you must be doin' something' wrong," Alex said with a little smile of his own. Gentle ribbing was his way of showing some acceptance, like, I'm okay with you.
"It's a great song, though I think I like We Belong a little better," Alex said, slouching over with elbows on his thighs, arms crossed at the wrist. He was still smiling as he looked up at Shiloh, but his tone seemed almost, just very slightly offended at the question. Not that he probably noticed, himself. "Of course it works. Mal made it for me." It had been the second thing he'd bought off of Mal, by tens and twenties, over a couple long months. The first being the Walkman. Of course, he really didn't think of it as purchased, so much as given, despite any prior thoughts on financial freedom.