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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 former. "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."
;) Posted for you. Sorry about the wait with that one!
Archer was the only one left sitting at the table, the doctor had gone into town in his pickup to do some errands. He watched as Riley walked in, adorning her night gown, obviously having not seen her clothes on the chair beside the bed for her. Her distorted vision caused her to stumble a little as she walked, Archer could only imagine the pain she was feeling after a wound like that, having never experienced anything like it before. She obviously hadn't seen the painkillers either, he noted.

"Woah..." He voiced, standing from his chair and walking towards Riley taking her by the shoulders to stabilize her, "He's outside, on the porch.", he directed Riley with his hand towards the front door. "You going to be alright getting there by yourself?" He asked, "Want me to help you?" His voice soft and sweet.
Alex was resting on the porch swing, it was old and covered in rust. Only partial glimpses of the original white paint on the metal coming through. It squeaked with each sway, Alex gently propelling it with his feet, the heels of which were planted firmly into the porch floor. It was dark now, heading into the twilight hours. He stared down the long winding driveway which lead to the main road, the doctor would be back any minute now Alex thought to himself. He wondered how long they would be here and began to think that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to stay out here in this country home for a little while. That is provided the land owner, who happened to be the doctor didn't mind. The night in the country was a completely different animal to what you'd get in the city. It was something Alex hadn't experienced too often and was grateful for every time he did. The clean, crisp air, the black sky dotted with stars or at least on a clear night like tonight. It was beautiful. The chirp of insects and the endless rolling plains until the light of Seattle which lit up the horizon in the distance. A faux sunrise of sorts, that which was really just the glow of hundreds of thousands of city lights.

An oil lamp on a chain attached to the overhang over the porch was the only light source, except for that coming from the kitchen window and the bulb lamps down at the entrance to the driveway. It was pleasant.

The front door creaked open, bringing Alex back to reality as he snapped his head, lurching up from his resting position while remaining seated. "Riley..." He whispered as she came out the front, he examined the robe confused, thinking she would have at least put on some clothes before coming out. It wasn't at cold as most nights this winter but it was still nippy. "Hey..." He added, standing and taking off his jacket, wrapping it over he shoulders. He'd taken the liberty of putting on a t-shirt. He stood standing next to her, keeping his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants for warmth.
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Ah you're a newcomer, I've been watching it since it's release. I was a fan of the comics for years. :P So obviously when the show came out I watched it. I was hooked from the get go.
I replied. I'll be up until at least 2am my time because that's my next antibiotic. I'll look into it, if it's anything Walking Dead-esque I'll be interested!
Once Riley had drifted off to sleep, Alex got off the bed carefully so as not to stir her while she slept. He took his jacket from the bedpost and threw it on. Heading towards the bedroom door, Alex turned over his shoulder and smiled. The kiss had been a little strange given their past together and current situation but the warmth and affection were welcomed with open arms by Alex. Nodding his head he turned back and exited through the door, finding Archer and the doctor sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in silence except for the buzz from some electronics. "Hey."

"Hey." Archer replied. The doctor looked up from his newspaper and then back down,

"Hello." The doctor added.

"Alex." Archer spoke up as Alex was about to go step outside, "The shooter, nicknamed 'Josh', turns out he had escaped before and was brought back by a collection team. People like Oliver." Archer paused to sneeze, "Turns out the reason he was so brainwashed was due to the 'reprogramming' that Oliver had been blabbing about that night he came after you." Alex thought about this for a minute.

"What does this have to do with me...?" He asked.

"I'm not sure... Just thought I'd let you know, they're really out to get you back, and the others that escaped."

"Others? You mean the girl we you showed me the cadaver of?"

"Not just her, there was more that escaped. More of the two-seven-five series." Archer began, Alex narrowed his eyes. "I'll work on some traces, see if I can get anything up for you."

"Thanks." Alex replied.
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I'm really enjoying this roleplay. I'd love to see some more very super emotional scenes. I have one lined up for much later on. I think for now I'm going to work on the idea of the increase in psychological damage the guilt of murder has done to him.
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