"Listen, you're not taking me anywhere until I'm %100 sure that storm today was magic and not just a fluke. And how much time do we have to train me up? Isn't your world slowly being taken over by the forces of evil or something?" He finished his salad quickly, setting the empty container in the sink.
"Don't remind me," Alex muttered, going silent as he munched on the chicken, "It's not going to work if you don't believe it will. You have to try and make it happen, believe it's real otherwise nothing is going to happen."
Adrien rolled his eyes. "That sounds like bullshit to me. Now every time I can't do it, you're going to pull the 'you just have to believe' card until I feel like tearing out my hair."
"Look just…" He took a breath as if calming himself before he said, "Please. I need this. My friends need this. I can prove it to you that all of what I'm saying is true I just need to rest for a while until I can make a jump."
Adrien froze at his tone, caught in a mental war between wanting to help and wanting to get the hell away from this guy. "Fine," he finally snapped, brushing past Alex and pausing in the hallway behind him. "I'll jump with you if it means that much. And you can rest here while you recharge or whatever. Just… bandage yourself up before you come into my room. There's a first aid kit in the bathroom."
Alex let out a relieved breath and nodded, "Okay. Will do… thanks." He mumbled something under his breath, inaudible and in a different language before finding the bathroom. He didn't show it but he was grateful, so, so grateful that he had a chance to at least prove it was true.
Adrien nodded sharply and finished walking to his bedroom, slamming the door firmly behind him. He collapsed onto his bed, arms pillowed beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? "Come in here when you're done!" he yelled to distract himself.
Alex didn’t bother replying. He slowly stripped himself of his shirt, being careful not to touch his wounds too much. He placed his sword on the floor, finding the medical supplies and getting to work. Luckily, Alex had fixed up wounds worse then this before so he wasn’t too concerned.
Adrien rolled his eyes and sat up. "Y'know people usually like getting some kind of response after they've said something!" He walked down the hall, slamming open the bathroom. Alex was probably fine, but the image of him bleeding out on the floor was too scary to ignore. "Are you dead yet?"
Alex whipped his hand to look at Adrien, narrowing his eyes as he dabbed at a deep wound on his abs, “I’m not dead. Calm down.” He looked back down to the injury and continued working.
Adrien rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m sorry I even cared.” He shut the door harder than he meant to, sending a loud bang through the hall, and stormed back into his bedroom. Of course Alex didn’t want any concern. He was strong and big and also a complete asshole.
Alex shook his head to himself, sighing softly. A part of him knew he shouldn’t be such an ass but it was in his nature. After a few minutes of cleaning and bandaging his wounds, he headed towards the bedroom. He knocked before entering, trying to at least show some manners.
"Fuck off! You can go sleep on the couch if you're going to be an ass!" Adrien yelled from where he was curled up on the bed. He knew he was acting like a brat but right now he couldn't force himself to care. Not when an embarrassed blush still clung to his cheeks from the exchange in the bathroom.
Alex rolled his eyes, fisting his shirt in his hand, “Fine. Whatever you say.” He replied, heading back into the living room. He flopped down on the couch and sighed. God damn this stubborn idiot for being the one person who could help.
Adrien eventually dragged himself out of bed to change into his pajamas, cursing quietly as his chest started to hurt. It was a sharp pain, like someone was stabbing a knife into his ribs, but he pushed past it. He'd felt worse before this was practically nothing. The ache in his conscious, however, was bothering him. Normally he could shrug off these kinds of things but Alex was clearly in pain and Adrien had been squarely in the wrong.
With a mournful sigh, he grabbed some painkillers from the kitchen and meandered into the living room. "Here." He shoved the bottle into Alex's hand, hoping he would see it for the apology that it was.
(Hey, sorry I kinda disappeared for a moment, went through a tough break up)
Alex blinked down at the bottle in his hands. He figured they would be some kind of pain killers, they just looked so different from what he was used to. He nodded once in thanks, just noting the fact that it wad an apology, “How many am I supposed to take?”
(It's okay, shit happens. I'm glad you're back!)
"Three." Adrien relaxed slightly when Alex took them, nervous energy slipping out of him until he was left sleep soft and slightly rumpled. He perched delicately on the arm on the couch. His fingers tapped slowly against his chest as he tried to find a way to fill the awkward silence. "Pass it to me when you're done. Please."
Alex nodded and hummed his response. He quickly took out three pills and dry swallowed them nearly effortlessly, his nose scrunching up once he'd swallowed was the only sign of discomfort that he showed… and one he didn't show often, "Here." He mumbled, passing the bottle to Adrien.
Adrien dry swallowed a small handful, completely at ease. He leaned over to set the bottle down on the coffee table and, noticing Alex's discomfort, awkwardly patted him on the back. He'd never been good at comforting people. "Um… Do you want some water?"
Alex shook his head, "No, thank you, I'm fine." He replied, raking a hand through his hair. He muffled a yawn with the back of his hand, exhaustion finally catching up on him, "Is there a place I could take a nap or something?"
Adrien frowned and gave Alex an assessing once over. They didn't have a guestroom and Alex couldn't sleep on the couch or dad would see him before he left for work, so that left one option: his room. Alex probably wouldn't do anything. Hopefully. "Yeah, follow me," Adrien grumbled, slipping off the couch and leading Alex back into his room.
Alex nodded and followed, without protest for once in his life. He was honestly too tired to do anything even if the thought had crossed his mind, which it hadn't. His magic was drained and the injuries were taking their toll finally.
Adrien gestured towards his bed, a little surprised by how exhausted Alex seemed. Maybe this would turn out fine after all. "Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." He grabbed some pajamas and walked into the bathroom to change.
Alex hummed a response and neatly took off his worn out shoes, placing them to the side. He yawned and slowly climbed into one side of the bed, making sure to leave more then enough room for Adrien. It didn't take more then five minutes before he was out like a light.
Adrien tossed his old clothes over onto the floor, now wearing some plaid pajama bottoms and an oversized sweater. He wasn't surprised to see that Alex was already asleep, but he was surprised by how peaceful he looked. He was actually kind of cute when he wasn't being an ass- and no! No, he wasn't going to do this right now! He crawled into bed, back facing Alex, and drifted off to sleep.
The night seemed to pass quickly, Alex sleeping deeply for the entirety of it and not waking once. Even when the sun started to rise and the rays beamed down on the two of them, he didn’t wake up yet, too comfortable to do so.
Adrien woke up three times, once an hour after falling asleep for no discernable reason, once from chest pains so bad he almost couldn't make the walk to the kitchen for his painkillers and the third time because he'd managed to roll over into Alex in the middle of the night and his shoulder was poking him in the chin. He groaned loudly, rolling away from the world walker, and shoved his head under a pillow.
Now that finally work Alex up. The moving around and the groaning. He slowly awoke and rolled onto his stomach, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his body at the movement. He wanted to push Adrien out the bed but refrained, just.
Adrien curled up onto his side and very quietly cursed under his breath when he heard Alex move. He prayed Alex wouldn't care too much that Adrien was touching him in his sleep, but given his track record with the guy so far things weren't looking good. "So…"
“Has anyone ever told you you move a lot in your sleep?” Alex mumbled, wrapping his around the pillow. He slowly opened his eye, wincing slightly at the bright light. Yeah he really wasn’t used to it, but he supposed he had to, even though he didn’t want to.