Re: The Neighbourhood: Billy/Alex
Alex, all told, could get used to the physical contact thing. He's always run as cold as Billy has hot, the kind of kid who wears long sleeves and hoodies in the summer, though maybe he'll make concessions for the heat by like, not zipping up if it's a ninety-degree day, that sort of thing. Of course, that eternal chill certainly makes a lot more sense these days; most of the time he doesn't notice, but if he pays attention he can feel the colder-yet chill of the ring on his right hand, the one that won't and never will come off.
He laughs, following Billy's lead in grabbing a plate and loading it up with a few more slices of pizza. "I'm gonna be the prettiest boy in town," he deadpans, because he rarely has a different mode. And the food? Like maybe he's not that hungry, but he's also learned not to turn away food when it's offered; he'll work his way through it. A remnant of a time when it had been hard to come by, when dinner was a packet of ramen and tap water. He's come a long way in the last year, though. So far that he's almost not uncomfortable being a nice house like this.
Alex puts his plate back on the island and squats down to peruse the beer. Sure, him not being legal is still not a thing for about another year, but this is hardly the first time he's had a drink. He likes trying new things, has had better and worse experiences. "Dude, the best answer for like, 'hey Alex have you seen whatever' is just to like assume I haven't, right?" Another laugh; it's easy to do around Billy. The guy makes him feel good, easy, comfortable - if maybe a little overwhelmed. But he's not unique in that. He comes away with something blueberry or another because he's starting to acquire tastes and "regular" beer just isn't it. Sets that down too as he watches the trailer, and halfway through, honestly, he's convinced. "Okay, yes, this," he agrees.
"And pizza's like a good reason," he agrees, following Billy over to the couch. "Your couch might be better though. Like, dude, you weren't kidding." Not that he ever thought Billy was, but it's kind of remarkable. Ridiculous, even. "It could fit like a dozen of us." He loves it. Sure, it makes his own place feel a little sad in comparison, but he's also proud of what he's managed since he moved in above the electronics shop. The bright, vibrant colors of the room really strike some pleasure center in his brain. For the dour exterior and the flat tone Alex often employs, there's a huge part of him that likes cute and cheerful and happy, cuddly and warm, puppies and kitties. He's really the most unlikely son Hades could have.