Alex felt the pressure on the top of his boots, pressing down onto his feet before Riley stumbled. Luckily she caught herself at the wall but he had been quick and caught her by the waist. Once she had regained composure, he let his hands fall back down to his sides. The state she was in there was no point in arguing, it would only infuriate her more and that was the last thing either of them needed. Alex knew at this point the best thing he could do was listen.

[i]"I don't need your sympathy, I tried getting that from you days ago..."[/i] Alex shook his head, barely enough for Riley to notice. [i]"Where'd you go, Oliver? Did you see the folks like you said. No, you didn't because I talked to them."[/i] He frowned when she called him Oliver, she was obviously beyond confused in her state of drunkenness confusing who the two of them were. [i]Shit. Parents.[/i] Alex thought to himself, he'd promised he would go and see them soon but he kept putting it on the long finger, it was something he'd have to do soon. When Riley went to take another swig of wine, straight from the bottle, Alex decided against saying anything. He knew he should have. He knew the right thing to do now was to take the wine off her and put her to bed. However, maybe the best thing to do now would be to just let her ride it out. "I know." He replied when she called him an ass. 

Alex raised his arms when she toppled onto him, "Woah, there... Maybe you've had enough, mm?" He asked, rhetorically, deciding that his plan to let he just drink her worries away for tonight was a bad idea. "Come on, we'll get you to bed." He began.

[i]"You're so hot and infuriating."[/i] Alex narrowed his eyes, a confused look crossing his face.

"What?" He asked her, a hint of annoyance coming across in his tone of voice. When she reached up and kissed him, he was caught off guard, his arms still up beside him, hands pointing to the ceiling from when she had fallen. Alex turned his head away, breaking contact just before Riley's head rolled and she passed out on his shoulder. Widening his eyes Alex took a deep breath and sighed. Carefully he positioned Riley so that he could carry her and stood with ease. Slowly and quietly he brought her to her bedroom and placed her down on the bed before putting one of the blankets over her. About to leave the room, instead he sat for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, knowing that she was passed out and wouldn't hear him. "I did it... I killed Oliver." He began, looking up to the ceiling, "I had to do it, he wanted to take me back to that,,, Place." Alex's voice was still in a whisper, he couldn't explain why now but he felt it had to be all confessed to Riley, even though she was not conscious to hear it. "He pulled a gun on me and I-I... I killed him." Alex finished, he brushed Riley's cheek with his fingertips, knowing that he was the cause of this pain and that was when it happened. Raising his palm, Alex touched his face, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Tears.

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Alex sat on the edge of the bed for another hour before leaving the room. He decided that it would be best if he stayed here for the night, to make sure everything was okay in the morning. Maybe Riley would even want to see him then. Picking up the glass that had rolled along the floor, leaving a thin trail of crimson and the empty bottles of spirits and wine, he made his way to the bin. Looking around the flat he sighed and began a quick but efficient tidy before lying down on the couch. He didn't bother to pull it out into a bed, or fetch himself a blanket. Instead he used one of the cushions as a headrest and crossed one leg over the other. He stared at the ceiling, deep in thought, until morning.