It's been three weeks since the visits, and Alex was starting to feel it in ways he didn't expect.
He sat at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, staring at the same message thread he had opened over and over again until it began to feel like a ritual he couldn't break out of. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before tapping it again, opening the last message he had sent. No reply. Not even a read receipt.
"…so much for showing up," he muttered under his breath, the words laced with quiet irritation that couldn't quite hide the worry sitting underneath it. Three weeks. Scorpion, of all people, had gone completely silent for three weeks. It didn't make sense. For someone who had a habit of appearing uninvited, breaking through security like it was a suggestion rather than a rule, the silence felt wrong, and the more Alex thought about it, the more uneasy he became, even if he tried not to show it.
