As he entered the kitchen, Alex caught the tail-end of that conversation, wincing inwardly. 'Pride and joy', huh?<br/>Alex wobbled over to the chair by the island, shooting Ethan a glare as he hoisted himself up. It hurt, a lot, but he was definitely not up for asking for help.<br/><br/>He didn't even bother responding except with a few grunts here and there, too annoyed, too in pain to talk much, but Ethan did enough talking for the both of them, as usual.<br/>Still, he had manners so he at least muttered a quick "Thank you, looks nice..." as he reached for the cup of orange juice. But then Ethan asked what had him riled up so early in the morning and Alex shot him the darkest, angriest glare he could muster. Oh that thief, to have the gall to be all chipper too.<br/><br/>Alex swallowed down his juice, knowing that while he would love to lash out he couldn't risk getting into trouble, not right now, not in the condition he was in so he tried to take a few deep breaths but that hadn't ever worked for him anyway.<br/><br/>"I'll do my best, although I can't promise anything," he replied with a grin, flirting was at least a subject he was intimately familiar with and something that always brought him joy.<br/>Still, once Ethan had sat down, the smile dropped and Alex cocked his head to the side as he addressed his nurse. "And you don't pretend you don't know why I'm angry. I'm in pain, every single part of my body hurts and you took my pills. I feel like that's about the opposite of what you're supposed to do."<br/><br/>The look on his face was more befitting of a sulking teen than a movie star down on his luck, but part of him hoped on pity too, so Alex didn't mind so much. "I'm starting to think you're not very good at this."