"You'd be the first," he snorted faintly. Most everyone thought he needed to apologize for everything. And at least two people on Justin's journal felt that very thing. But it didn't matter in the slightest. He waved a hand slightly, dismissive. Justin didn't have to explain himself just as much as Alex didn't feel the need to apologize.
From his pocket, he produced a small bag made from a two inch by three inch piece of blue flannel hanging from a length of fine white rope. It smelled of sage and a hint of water. A strange symbol was stitched on it in white. "For you. Don't open it. You break the spell if you do."