Alex chuckled. "I think my father would hex me dead if I got inked. I thought he'd kill me the night I got pierced, but there were other things to distract him from it for a while." Alex pushed a wave of hair off his forehead revealing a silver ring in his eyebrow, then stuck his tongue briefly out, toying with the barbell as he drew it back in.
Exhausting. That was a good word to describe grief, really. Exhausting. Draining. Crushing. He'd felt all those things and more, and had slept for hours longer than the potion would have made him do, that night. He'd been completely wiped out.
Eloquent. Alex smiled faintly. "Thanks. I try to get the point across, anyway." He shook his hair back as another bit of breeze filtered through the window.
"Sometimes I wonder about people. I hope I don't sound that stupid, when I try to tell someone I'm sorry for what's happened to them."