[Alex heard the knock. He'd been doing...nothing. And for how long? Hard to say. Wasn't really sure about the day or the time or the last time he'd eaten or smoked or drank coffee. Sleep had been difficult. He'd kept Nyx fed and the litter box clean because the cat hadn't done anything to deserve poor treatment. But Alex, he'd been thinking about implications, curled up with a blanket on his futon, hair wildly astray and in nothing but a t-shirt and pajama pants. His feet were cold, and he didn't care. Caring eluded him at the moment. What did it matter, if his future was set in stone?
But Mal's voice, through the door, that was something he could latch on to. Someone who mattered. Like Nyx, he didn't deserve less from Alex. So he made himself get up, went to the door and opened it. Yeah, he looked like hell.] Hey. [Lips twitched once, like there was a part of him that wanted to smile but his facial muscles couldn't be bothered.]