Alec headed upstairs following after his brother. Should he talk to him now? It felt too soon. The revelations too fresh. At the same time, if he waited, he might coward out and not do anything at all. What should he do? Perhaps he could see where the conversation led and try to naturally bring it up. They could talk about everything and anything, right? they always had before.
Xander sat on Alec's bed - not unusual. They seemed to often use Alec's bed almost like a couch - but even though he was holding a book, his eyes weren't moving as if he were reading. He sat stiff. Almost rigid.
"Hey," Alec called softly, closing the door behind him. "Are you okay?"
Xander didn't react at first.
Alec sat at the end of the bed and reached out to shake Xander's leg. "Xander. Are you-"
Xander jerked violently and yanked his leg away. His hands swung back, his book prepared like a weapon.
"Wait!" Alec yelped in shock.
Xander froze. "F***! You scared me!" he snapped. Then he dropped his book aside and shifted closer to Alec. "What the hell were you doing?"
"I-I was checking to make sure- sure you were okay," Alec stammered, shaking, his face pale.
Xander reached out and pulled him close. "I'm sorry," he whispered, holding him tight. "I didn't mean to. I got startled and... I'm sorry."
Alec nodded, leaning into his brother. "It's okay," he whispered.
"No, it's not," Xander said bluntly, "and I'll try to never do that again."
"What were you thinking about so hard?" Alec dared asked, hugging Xander.
Xander hesitated. Then he shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I forgot. Something about nothing. Sorry."
"It's okay. Really," Alec whispered, but he wasn't sure it was.