HOTEL
1:32 AM
I come out of a hot bath. I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist. I walk to the bedroom.
When I enter, towel wrapped around me, Alexander is still in the same spot as when we got back. He’s sitting on the bed, holding his ring, staring at it blankly.
I walk closer and look at him. He doesn’t bother looking up but says:
"If you’re about to tell me ‘you almost got us killed over a ring,’ you can go f**k yourself."
"I wasn’t going to say that."
He looks up, puts the ring back on, unbuttons his shirt to reveal his chest, and stands.
I grab his wrist.
"I at least deserve an explanation, right? What was that earlier?"
He looks at my hand.
"Let go."
"Answer my question."
"I don’t have to justify myself."
I struggle to stay calm-it’s pointless to push him too hard.
