Oh god, he was giving her that look, like he wanted to lecture her on being all Scottish and shite, rather than a proper lady like the kinds of women he was used to. Well screw that, Alex wasn't going to apologise for being who she was. Attitude and all. Including the finger pointing.
"I'm not going to fucking stake you for something you're not doing yet." She wanted, fuck she wanted to say might never do, but that was a lie. They both knew it. But she had to cling on to hope.
"So fine, I'm going to be fucking selfish because you know what? I deserve it. I don't want to lose you. And I'm going to take what I know about what made you revert in my time and I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen and I'm going to have whatever time I do have with you so you can shut the fuck up right the hell now, mister. You hear me? Because I'm having my own way on this one." And she knew it was selfish. One day he would revert and he would kill people, and that would be on her conscience, but fucking hell, she just wanted more time with him.
"So be a better role model." She shrugged. "Seems dead simple to me. You're not just staying clean for yourself, not just for me, but for him too. Because I really don't want Lord Harry and Box Tunnel Dude running around at the same time, that would just be more than this particular ghost girl can handle."
She stepped in closer, looking up at him, her expression pleading. "Hal, please. I just came from the end of the fucking world, can we just, fuck, can we just can the angst for a bit? You're here and you're you and I want to just enjoy that for a moment."