All he wanted, really and truly, all he wanted was to be around her. His beautiful, fierce Alex Millar. She'd come through so much just for the crime of having known him, having agreed to date him. She'd told him once he shouldn't be charming and attractive and a number of other things and instead implied he should be wearing a sign and a bell. And she was the walking example of why. It had been because of her connection to him that Cutler had snapped after all. Killed her to try and get him back onside. He'd tasted her blood that day of course. And she had become a permanent fixture in his life.
Which was why he returned the smile, trying his very best to be the man she wanted, the man she deserved him to be.
"At least I get one extra. I like to think that makes me that little bit more special. Mitchell doesn't get extra tea. Of course he's Irish and does not truly understand tea as I do. Much as he tries bless him."
Tired as he was, long as the day had been, the week....he still looked up rather suspiciously at the talk of her having made a mess. That wouldn't do at all, no, not one bit!. "What did you do? Where, did you break anything? Where did you put it, what did you break?" It was entirely likely that he was more than a little crazy with his routines and insistence on cleanliness but he was who he was. And if she'd broken any of his mugs he might actually have to cry a little bit.
Besides American marigolds were not at all the same.