Yeah. [Answered to both. He stepped back from the door to let Mal in and closed it behind him. Alex led him over to the futon, the shadows from the corners near the front door drawing out behind him, trailing him like the train of a wedding dress before they broke and snapped back like taffy. Alex didn't notice, just sat, back against the cushions. Nyx appeared out of nowhere and hopped lightly into his lap, the cat's two back legs working as well as new.] Shit. [Because he'd already sat, Nyx already curled into a crescent in his lap.] You want something to drink or...something?