Alex didn't move at that moment. He was angry and annoyed, and knew that if he stayed put, he might gain his sight back at some point and then walk back. He wasn't going to give Barclay what he wanted, because Alex knew that assholes like Barclay did this sort of thing for a show. They wanted to see someone else suffer and Alex already dealt with shit like that when he was younger. No, Barclay wasn't going to get that out of Alex, at least not without making more of an effort.
Walking trees and knife-eye-blinding powder were already in his arsenal, and Alex didn't want to think about what else Barclay might do. At some point someone in his house would notice he hadn't come back. Right? Maybe. But Kitsune could be kinda wrapped up in themselves at times and most of the time Alex had no idea what his housemates were doing. Hell, he hadn't really spoken with Dallas since he first arrived to the school.
Alex swallowed hard and remained on the ground, eyes closed and his mascara and eyeliner had run, smudged, and now made ugly marks on his face. He began muttering a chant in Chinese under his breath. It was soft and really wouldn't do much of anything, but Alex often used it to help him focus when he purposely went into a trance. It also calmed him down and Alex was a bundle of turmoil right then. He needed calm.