[ Alex has, in fact, been spending the few hours since his chat with Naomi in his old room, scrubbing the floor and stripping the sheets and generally cleaning it down spotless until you can no longer tell anything even happened in there.
He's got his jumpsuit sleeves rolled all the way up past his elbows, and his sheets are out hanging to dry on a line he's somehow managed to set up, while he scrubs at the floor on his knees. He gets up to answer the door, but even after throwing himself into cleaning he still looks mad.
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He's got his jumpsuit sleeves rolled all the way up past his elbows, and his sheets are out hanging to dry on a line he's somehow managed to set up, while he scrubs at the floor on his knees. He gets up to answer the door, but even after throwing himself into cleaning he still looks mad.
Mad, and hurt. ]
I ain't hungry.
[ But he'll step out of the door to let her in. ]