Alex
Now you've gone and done it.
What? What did I do?
Ruined everything? Bastard. You told—damn it, encouraged me to do it. Didn't you?
…
Answer!
…
Oh, so you chose these times to be silent.
Fine, fine! It was me. But it's all the same.
So what's the point of this argument?
Nothing. Except you're pissed at Raven.
You, sir, are the master of the art of conversation.
I learned from the best.
…get out of my head, will you?
Can't. At least your fantasies of him are comforting.
WILL YOU PLEASE NOT BRING THEM UP AND LET ME DIE IN THE GLORY OF MY FAILURE?
Wait…wait, are you saying you're giving up?
Yes. What else?
You're not like this. The Alex I know. You're not this…weak…
God. It's…it's…not that, okay? I'm not going to bother explaining it to you. You, of all people, should understand why. You're my subconscious, for Christ's sake. …I'm not weak. Just. The look in his eyes. Did you see the look in his eyes?
Clear as day.
You might be me, but stop bringing up lame cliches.
…that, may be a part of what you picked up along the way…somewhere…in the…
Look, I'm not going on a trip down memory lane with you.
Get to the point, then.
Who's in charge here?
Me. I mean, you. Well. What's the difference.
Whatever. He's hurt. Can't you tell?
And don't you want to just…
Don't you dare. I know I'm a prick but we're civilized mutants here. There's wooing, flirting, you know the sort. A date. We don't fuck like animals!
…
At least. I'd want to know he feels the same. Or is interested.
So what's the plan?
I'm hurt. He's hurt. Game over.
Too simple. Think.
What?
Think. He's hurt. He might care.
As in…
A little more action to show him your interest wouldn't hurt you. Or him.
Prove it, you mean?
Uh, you just said so yourself?
I'm you. When will you ever get that into your head?
I'm already in your head.
Shut up.
A/N: Bonus chapter :D. Snippet from one of my drafts of Alex and his split self after the "get out" scenario with Hank.
Once more, I love you all and will miss you so much,
Your ever humble fanfic writer :)