Alex sat down next to her and put a hand on her knee, gripping it lightly. "We're about ten miles out of Seattle. The doctor who saved your life owns this place." Alex scratched his head with his free hand, "Well when I say doctor, I should say former." He looked down at Riley as she looked up at him at the mention of the word [b]former[/b]. "He lost his license years ago, medical malpractice." Before giving Riley the chance to protest at how they could have let this man treat her wound he added, "But, he did in fact save your life... Without any hiccups." Alex smiled as he looked out at the driveway, "Except those two ribs he removed." He said in tease.

Without really noticing at first, Alex found himself running his fingers through Riley's hair like a comb. It was soft and felt nice to the touch a strange comforter. Once he noticed himself doing it he stopped and with that hand he scratched his nose feeling an itch coming on. "I hope you didn't have work today." Alex stated, "Otherwise I think you could have a bit of trouble explaining this one to your boss." Alex stretched both his arms behind him resting them on the top of the back of the porch swing, adjusting himself in the seat. "I was fired, understandably after missing almost a week of work with no phone call prior or after." He snickered afterwards before sighing. "It was crap work anyway. Plus... I don't see myself having been able to keep it on anyway, especially now."