Alex snorted as Hugo took a seat on her bed. If she wasn't angry, if the were friends she be teasing him and generally messing about, but she now she really couldn't. "Maybe that's why you shouldn't get completely fucked without me," she muttered, walking toward him until their legs were almost touching.
"Yeah, you do," she muttered absently. "It's the...eyes." She gestured to his face with a flippant humourless laugh and looked up at her again. "And the laugh, and...you're really clever...and...whatever," she whispered almost inaudibly.
At the mention of her clothing, Alex laughed distractedly. "What? My-what? I'm not...a neat person." There was no way he could know. Was there?