"I been showering! Just, you know, fortnightly." He sounds really impressed with himself for pulling that word out of his ass.

He tries to pass off the greasiness in his hair by slicking and spiking it with one hand, but that's clearly patching a band-aid onto a gaping wound. He kicks some drumsticks to the side as he walks over to his bed. He gestures she can sit in his rolly-chair, if she wants.

And he sighs, takes a deep breath that goes all the way down his chest.

"We gotta talk about Alex, boo."