Peace and Quiet (attn: Eiryk)

Eiryk's shower was a completely over-the-top piece of work, and Alexander decided he loved it. It was one of those deals where the water sprayed out from every angle and, recent memories of spraying water aside, it felt really, really good. It got steamy fast but Alexander suspected he'd be glad enough for the steam treatment tomorrow when the vicodin the nurse had given him wore off. For the time being though, his head was muzzy and his whole body was numb, which was a great relief from aching muscles, bruises, cuts, and general fatigue. He did his best not to fall asleep in the shower. Totally not cool to have to have Eiryk come rescue him. He did take a few moments to soak in the heat and steam with his face pressed against the coolness of the tiled wall.

He went through a laundry list of things he needed to do tomorrow, working hard on concentrating. Fans. Dehumidifiers. List of losses and damages for insurance. Oh, and call his clients. He would have to let them all know that classes were postponed indefinitely until his building was fixed. Some of them wouldn't be happy about it; he'd give refunds if they wanted them. He suspected most of his students, though, would be willing to just put everything on hold for the few weeks it might take to get things up and running again.

Finally he turned off the shower and staggered out. Picking up the closest towel he wrapped it around himself, recognizing the familiar scent and burying his nose in it for a moment. Once he was dry he hung the towel neatly back up and rummaged around in his bag for clothing. Not planning on being awake very long he found comfortable yoga pants and a tee and put them on. Closing his bag once more he left it sitting where it was until he could find out where Eiryk wanted him to put it so it was out of the way.

The was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen when Alexander got back out to the living room. Spicy, sweet, sort of like Eiryk's mead but with something else. Leaving curiosity for later he flopped down on the couch, noting the folded blanket on the back of it. Eiryk's couch was ridiculously comfortable. He could easily spend a few nights here.

Trying to keep his eyes open until Eiryk came back in, Alex inspected the stitches in his arm. There were eleven altogether, placed neatly in a row, holding the two slightly uneven sides of his cut together. It would undoubtedly scar but Alexander didn't really care one way or the other.