Room 401, Wednesday Morning

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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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"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?