As I showered I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted to talk about. Did he want to talk more about the military stuff? Did he want to talk about us? Was it something else completely? My mind was racing with possibilities, all of them seeming plausible, but none offering a definitive answer.
The warm water helped ease some of the tension that had built up in my muscles, but did little to calm my racing thoughts.
When I went through to my room, I noted that Alex had remade my bed with fresh linen and had set out some clean clothes for me to wear. Black sweatpants, a black hoodie, and, you guessed it, a white t-shirt. I chuckled a little at the sight of it, but wasn't planning on venturing out in the rain in it any time soon, so wasn't too fazed.
I dried my hair with the towel as best I
