"You'd love her, then," Alex said around a yawn. "It's her last name I have, not dad's. She keeps everything together." And speaking of that, he ought to call her soon. Just to let her know he was doing alright. But tomorrow. After he'd slept some.
"I don't think that's possible," he laughed. "Give that you're...well, you."
"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, but there was no heat in it. He stepped up to his front door, lowering his wards and unlocking the door. Once he was inside, he had to resist the urge to just collapse onto the couch and go to sleep. He needed to get some food in him, or he'd be even grumpier when he woke up. "Sandwich or pizza rolls?" he muttered, going through the contents of his fridge and freezer.