For Caleb

[takecourage]

Now that Darlington is in town (not in a pocket universe where she can't get to him, essentially lost to her), Alex finds herself more invested in making her apartment feel like home. She's never had this kind of disposable income and, after buying herself t-shirts and sweaters and underwear and jeans, a really good pair of boots and a good jacket, she turns her attention to nesting. Ground Zero had been a shithole, but this was her place, and she was going to do it right.

She hadn't wanted to subject Darlington to shopping, so she'd sent Caleb a text and arranged to meet him so that they could go browse together. Alex is dressed in a sweater that's too big for her (she hadn't been able to resist it in the store; it had been so soft), her leather jacket, the voluminous scarf that Darlington bought her for Christmas, soft navy wool studded with tiny silver stars.

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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Mugs, got it," he says, instead of focusing on the half-truth she says. He doesn't grab any for himself, because he doesn't usually drink coffee. But that leads them towards the plates and cutlery, and other household essentials that he'd never considered needing before.

[takecourage]

Alex picks up a mug glazed in shades of green and weighs it in her hand.

"So I met a guy at work," she says, glancing up at him. "We're dancing together. It's...sort of really fun."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"There are dude strippers?" he asks, even though he should probably already know the answer to that. It makes a blush spread on his face to even think about it.

[takecourage]

"There are dude strippers," says Alex, and it's so cute she can't help but grin. She pulls her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and flips to a selfie of her and Kavinsky smeared in glitter and flashing peace-signs at the camera. Screwing around while they were waiting for their turn on the stage. "Kavinsky."