Melinda didn't know what conversation he had in mind, but if she had, she'd have been relieved. She was tired of this being pulled between them. Alec wasn't even really pulling, which was the correct response. Dammit, she was sure the two had gotten along in the past, their families had been playing together since the twins were three. What the fuck was everyone's problem right now?
Melinda was in a relatively good mood coming home, though, having managed to not blow as many things up today and made some progress on a project. She Apparated straight into the living room with a crack, walking over to the door to kick her shoes off and put her bag down. "Hi," she called, digging through her bag for something, coming up with a book no larger than her palm. She just tucked it into her pocket and flopped down on the couch. "How are you? You said you wanted to talk?"