Room 401, Wednesday Morning

[nottrivial]

Alec had spent the last few days pretty consistently upset, and today wasn't much better. Even training in the gym late last night for twice his usual time hadn't helped at all, which was probably because those sessions were good for working off anger and frustration, and Alec wasn't really angry or frustrated, just... sad.

He showered and got dressed and thought long and hard about skipping class today, and then he flung himself back into bed, thinking darkly about how utterly unimpressed his parabatai would be if he saw this pathetic display of heartsickness.

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[ultron_junior]

Laying around was common among mundanes, sure. Not common at all for Alec, which was really what Victor was dealing with.

"Right," Victor said slowly, considering his next move. He didn't want to get all up in Alec's face, but it was hard to miss it when your roommate was moping around for days. "Just text me if you want me to pick anything up, okay? It kinda seems like you're having a rough week."

[nottrivial]

"Oh." Alec really hadn't realized he was being so obvious about it, but yeah. He really was.

He hesitated for a moment, seriously considering the offer, then ventured, "Maybe some junk food? I'll pay you back, I just don't normally get that stuff and I wouldn't know..." He trailed off, realizing that that request sounded pretty ridiculous.

[ultron_junior]

"There's not a whole lot to know," Victor said, giving Alec a confused look. "But yeah, I can get some Doritos and whatever. Pop-tarts."

He picked up his backpack and headed toward the door.

[nottrivial]

Alec had never been a Doritos and Pop-tarts guy. Never paid much attention to the stuff, really.

"Thanks." That was like your third 'thanks' of this brief conversation, Alec. "We can, you know. Share."

[ultron_junior]

"Thanks," Victor said, a bit dryly. "But it's really not a problem."

[nottrivial]

"Oh. Okay." Well. "I appreciate it, anyway. You're right, it's not a great week."

He said it matter-of-factly enough that he didn't think Victor would feel the need to ask questions, but Alec wasn't always great at knowing how he sounded, so who knew, really?