Actually, no. It didn't feel strange at all, it was entirely expected and that was the bit Alex hated. She hated that they had gone from being so comfortable together to this. Not knowing what to say and so talking about buying cleaning products. She almost replied to it before she stopped, made herself stop, in case they ended up doing something completely fucking insane like comparing the suitability of British or American cleaning supplies, and they weren't there to talk about Cillit Bloody Bang.
She watched the way he moved the bottle, repeatedly, until it was just right, and she listened, she actually really listened to him talking about Hell.
"What happened? In there, I mean." Her voice was subdued. "Rewatching it all, what was it like?" She didn't know why she asked, didn't know why it even mattered, but it weirdly did.
And he'd missed her. That didn't take away all the cruel words Lord Harry had said, everything he had done, nor did it make everything Hal had done okay, but it did feel almost like a physical tug on her heart. "I'm here." It wasn't her saying she would jump back into his arms. But equally she wasn't running from him either.