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Alex Millar is now free to look how she wants (stucklikethis) wrote in wariscoming,

Alex genuinely didn't know what to think, or how she was supposed to feel, or what she was even supposed to do. Part of her wanted to comfort Hal, even after everything he had done, another part wanted to scream at him that yes, he deserved everything that had come to him. Not because of what Lord Harry had done, but because he had been too weak and stupid to actually come and ask for help. And she had been stupid enough to trust that he would, that he would stick with his promise.

"The world nearly ended over Christmas, Hal, I don't think we're in a position to think about next year, let alone forty or fifty down the fucking line and..."

She trailed off, watching the way he sat on the bed, next to her, and she couldn't actually move. Not away, not closer to him, nothing.

"What do you even want from me? Want me to forgive you? Forgive him? Tell you what you're supposed to do now? Give me a fucking hint here because I have no clue what to do right now. So you don't need to be all detoxed, that's one good thing, but aside from that, I don't even know how I'm feeling about any of this, let alone what you actually want from me. So can you just fucking explain?"