Somehow, Alex found the food not as distracting as he liked. Sure, slowly he was feeling that half a pill take effect but it was way, way less than he was used to and needed. Or felt he needed, same difference.<br/>"Dunno how air's going to help with messed up bones..." he grumbled, more into his food than in Ethan's direction. Part of him knew the man was right, with all he was saying... but right now he didn't want to hear any of it, really.<br/><br/>And of course, Ethan kept talking, kept telling him how many stupid decisions he was making and that wasn't exactly helping win Alex over. "Yeah sure," he mumbled, still not properly looking into Ethan's eyes but shoving away the empty plate.<br/>Fuck, he just wanted to leave.<br/><br/>Still, Alex wasn't one to show the conflicting emotions, especially not in front of someone he didn't like, so he finished up his plate and his juice, just letting Ethan talk.<br/>"Of course, I'll be a good boy," he replied then, standing up very carefully and giving Ethan a wink. He didn't wait for a response though, instead hobbling into his room as best as he could. He had other plans.<br/><br/>And, true to his plans, the moment he was reasonably sure that Ethan was busy with his other chores Alex rolled up a blunt with expert precision. He just wanted something to take the edge of all these... feelings and pain and stuff, everything he didn't like.<br/>He was just feeling really, really tired.<br/><br/>//No problem, take your time if you need to :)