mostly extinct is not extinct enough.

Well. No question about it. That fight had definitely gone poorly.

Alec didn't have a scratch on his neck now, which was unsettling, though his jacket was splattered with blood. He tossed it over his laundry hamper for lack of a better place to put it right this minute, opened his window so the blood wouldn't start to smell, and then he sank onto his bed, put his head in his hands, and exhaled deeply.

Although he was healed up, he still felt like crap. A lot had gone wrong today. He thought that for once, he might put off addressing it.

[[open and expecting one! a different one than that other one. also, probable SP.]]