“Sorry, I’m just … tired.” the boy murmurs, hiding his head under the covers. Alec grabs an extra blanket and drapes it over the shapeless heap that is R under the bed’s cover.
“As long as you don’t try to get away — it’s not going to work” Alec chuckles, sitting back down by the end of the bed. “When we were agents we learnt soon enough that trying to anger the nurses only meant we’d stay in bed longer. James was a nightmare, that’s why they always put two agents in the same room, if they could. When Q happened, well… they gave them privacy…” Alec coughs, as an old scene replays itself in his head.
from почемучка (All they say about us)