Alex could barely remember driving home. He'd walked up the stairs to his apartment without much feeling like his feet were his own. The last thing he could remember was flopping down on his bed. He woke up to a gentle tapping on his door. Who the fuck was that? His eyes felt heavy and puffy with sleep and his legs felt like jelly.
Slowly, Alex managed to get up, smacking his lips. He'd fallen asleep in his uniform, there was drool that he wiped from the corner of his mouth, and there was an imprint on his cheek from the bed covers. In his sleepy stupor, he thought, If that's the fucking Raven tapping at my door, I'm going to strangle it and make stew out of it.
He pulled the door open, the sun like an assault on his sensitive eyes. "Jesus tapdancin'," he mumbled, his forearm going up to shield his face like he was the vampire instead of the one standing in front of him. Alex huffed. "You get bored?" he asked haughtily, but opened the door wider as an invitation as he moved his way to the sink for a glass of water.