Alexander's whole expression changed in an instant, as the guilt vanished and was replaced with genuine excitement at actually telling someone. He grinned, and nodded as she spoke.
"Yeah. I know, I think everyone assumed, but we weren't, and now... yeah, things have changed," he explained happily. "Just after the flirting, really. You said that Eliza wouldn't want me to be miserable, and... it's a bit of a leap, I know," he shrugged. People could think what they wanted. He loved Eliza, that hadn't changed, but he wasn't going to spend a decade alone just so no one thought badly of him.
"Oh shit, the memories drive you to alcohol," he explained. "I ask a lot of questions, send you down memory lane again, and then get to drinking. Oh shit, I'm a terrible person for putting you in this position."
She said she didn't mind, but he couldn't help feeling badly about it. Like he was just another man taking advantage, when it hadn't been the plan. "Sure, I guess it puts 19 into perspective," he shrugged. It was weird though, his grown up son. He was still his baby boy, but he was his own man. It was a lot to process, he understood that much.
He felt himself relax further, and he laughed softly when she waggled her finger at him. "Ah, I forgot that regular alcohol doesn't do so much for you. I was..." he laughed and shook his head. "Overthinking, so unlike me, I know."
Alexander really wasn't sure about her underwear, and suddenly it was all he could think about. He'd told Liberty that he needed time, that he needed to take things slowly, but all of a sudden he wanted to know. He shook his head to try to clear the thought away. "I don't know. I mean, she's from about as far into your future, as you are into mine. It could have changed just as much."